The crumpled up sheets on a bed, proving their purpose.
The smoky, vertical line on the wall above the mantle, reminiscent of the comfort from the burning candle.
There are other times when things seem all too wrong.
All the lights being on in your house, and no one being home.
Climbing in your car and realizing all of your pre-set radio stations are static.
The one person you want to talk to not making any effort to contact you.
But finishing another painting...
Although your fingers might be sore and your eyes might be strained...
Is definitely something that is right.
I'm ready for April.
The warmth and the rain.
Both things that feel right.
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