|A spray can leaves its last mark.
||[Mar. 28th, 2014|08:31 pm]
Another spray paint can found abandoned. holes where shot through the can before they laid their paint.|
A waste spread out, casually carousing with the edges of the world.
The can came to do something to paint something to feel something.
The can is no more, but the color can be felt in it's spilling.
The color spilling everywhere finding it's way a splatter.
The cans colors folding out as the explosion extends its catastrophic force.
The can leaving trails of memories still unlaid, in a world it cared for dearly.
The paints marks left in its vibrant explosion a catastrophe, I love and I came to love and did.