Felt and Tears

This is the only part.

Drink the bitter coffee again, Still no idea of what to paint. It feels like it's there, RIGHT THERE! Nothing surfaces under the cold and unyielding sea of need. It felt like a heavy eternity, the feeling of not knowing yet seeing all. Drink more coffee, it tastes like shit. Drink more coffee, and maybe the growing pile of crumpled balls made of paper will burn with the exhaustion. It's been three days, what's one more without sleep? To keep your head above water before it's pushed into the dark? To do this silly dance of not knowing yet seeing all? Drink more coffee, you don't need to sleep, just paint. Barnaby's going to be disappointed with you if you don't do it! Julie's going to be sad too, because hers wasn't done. I really don't want to see the look on Eddie's face, I won't be able to face him after that. I need to paint, I don't need anything else. You just need to ignore the stains on your face Wally, Just paint until your hands break. That's all your good for. You remember when Howdy touched your arm, and you screamed and cried. I can't be touched, and I can't touch. It feels as though my skin stabs me if I touch another. The slime burns, and the skin stabs. There are colors around my head. If I could grab one, I could paint. I'm so stupid, that wouldn't work! You can't grab light! I wish Home could help me come up with an idea, but Home stopped talking to me. What was creaks and slams anyway. Drink the bitter coffee, and then get off your stupid ass and pai-

Thud.