She’d tell her lies of splaying heart—become herself in living art. Lessons shown would prove most true and pointings fairly honest too. The wisdom shown was best of most—her pourings forth of social jost. She felt truth back in those same ways from every single soul who’d say; a word or two—create some art—which had her seeing back to start. Their brightest darks would be felt through and then she’d make it about you.
