- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Paint-splattered chair, in space which seeks to flance, once graced the drawing room in handsome manse in grounds which, while alive, I called my home where coiffured shrubs adorning nourished loam scented pergola where we used to dance.
The décor pains me as would swarm of ants. the room’s chaotic style cannot enhance once stylish seat where I would sit and comb. Paint splattered chair!
I cannot focus right – there’s no advance to my solidity. I can but glance about disturbing gloam and seethe at memory when time to roam. Paint-splattered – chair?