Paint a face over the mistake to keep cool.

A mistake. A distraction.

Is not the point of a distraction to distract?

I will paint more of a watermelon smile this time.

Spitting out the seeds that plant hope.

What a shame.. What a mistake.. What a distraction..

How ironic would it be if you needed a distraction to distract you from you distraction?

We are all spiders.

Life is a little kid playing with a spider in the tub.

Reactions are always blue until something happens.

I know nothing of how much I do not know of what others know, but I never knew how much I do not know until I knew that you know.

Then I was blue, but again not blue.

If this doesn’t make sense you should read more books, because they read you back.