how far did you walk…

miles…

where’dya come from…

few states over…just left one day and started walkin’…didn’t wanna stop…

what are you running from…

makes you think I’m runnin’…

at some point every man runs from somethin’…it’s our nature…we run from towns with no opportunities…families we never understood…goin’ in search of ourselves…so I’ll ask again…what’re you running from…

don’t know…just wanna get away…see somethin’ different…somethin’ excitin’…makes me think…like a paintin’ on a wall…done by some impressionist or a Matisse…maybe Picasso’s blue phase…

you like pictures…

yep…I do…used to look ’em up in books at the county library…I’d spend hours everyday in there just lookin’ at pictures of paintings…big tall books…stand ’em up and just flip through pages…brought me peace…

can you paint…

never tried…don’t think I have the talent for it…or the discipline…I just like lookin’ at pictures…

looking at pictures…

yeah…lookin’ at pictures…