there's a blue smudge on the white wall.

that was oil-based paint... i used on a painting a long time ago.

i accidentally smeared my paint-licked fingers on the wall when you called me from outside and i was trying to regain my balance over the mess on the floor.

strange, but i used to think that the smudge becomes the wall.

now, i think it's ugly.

maybe i should hang a painting over it.

that way, the wall won't be too bare.

you are ugly. and i never saw it, until yesterday.






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another one of my metaphor series.