I Feel Like The Start Of An Oil Painting Just Getting Down My Right Colors Before Starting With Detail.

I feel like the start of an oil painting just getting down my right colors before starting with detail. Everyone is trying to be transcendent. I’m trying to avoid a sunburn. I’m feeling like a wasp has crawled its way under my  eyelid and is telling me where to look. Up at the sun. I’ve googled cadmium at least ten times and still don’t remember what it means. Ok so it’s chemical - my mind always replaces it with red. Why aren’t we all just feeding each other  cake all the time? We could be  feeding each other cake right now drizzled in sugar and rolling in grass and tablecloth. (Can we please just breathe and exchange favorite words?) (Mine is love, I know it’s stupid.) Like spitting the color of your heart directly in my mouth. I don’t find it off-putting. I think we’re all a little allergic to one thing or another.