brooklyn
"i can't believe you actually did it,"
my brother breathed, glancing around the
studio in muse.
his hands were in his pockets as he twirled
while his eyes were bright in adoration.
"i couldn't stop," i said
touching the very first canvas i hung.
it took months of endless painting
and only a week and a half to set
up the studio for a gallery walk.
i let out a nervous breath and
rubbed my clammy hands on
my pencil skin.
for months, since this idea came
to me, i've been looking forward
to putting every work on show;
however, now that it was about
to begin in less than fifteen minutes
i was an anxious and nervous wreck.
"think he'll show?"
i shrug, "i hope not."
i invited him, yes.
but did i want him here? slightly.
i was terrified because i had no
idea how he would react; yet
this was my way of closure.
every time i tried to open up about
what clouded my mind and haunted
me at night, nothing would spill out
from my mouth;
but when i grabbed a brush,
my thoughts and emotions flowed out.
i didn't plan on keeping one canvas
that hung throughout the studio.
i was able to express myself
and speak of what i went through,
and now it was time to move on.
landon
i held the folded brochure tightly in
my right hand as i slowly walked through
each hallway. stopping at every canvas,
basking in the memory painted right
before me.
sure, the memories were tucked in
the back of my mind, but upon every
wall and every stand was the visual image.
reminders of everything that meant something.
that stupid worn out couch that you
pretended to love when really it made your
skin itch.
the stool and the bar, with me in my leather
jacket and gray beanie.
the small cluttered apartment,
YOU ARE READING
maybe, someday
Romance❝Perhaps we'll meet again when we're better for each other.❞ © tilmorning. The fourth and final installment, following the stories: 'something' , 'where we fell' , and 'intoxicated'.