crankmychronic
For years I would think about painting everyday. It's not the kind of painting you're thinking though. It's painting with a very sharp paintbrush and blood red paint. Sleeves is how I would cover up my pretty paintings. Not anymore.
The sleeves would burn against the red lines that were drawn on my skin. The heat coming from my arms was almost unbearable. Sleeves is what I pulled down for years to hide my old addiction.
Revised. For some reason I don't really like that word. I can't write right now. ugh. I'm having issues. I'm getting all hot and sweaty. Oh god it's highschool all over again.