painted jeans

Six months ago i used to pull these paint encrusted jeans on everyday,

Now they seem foreign and dirty, but not the good dirt i was accustomed to,

I find my brushes and my colours, my black and white sketch pens, i get lost.

How i missed canvas, nothing feels like it, i mix a sickly blue like skim milk, and surround him in it,

Then his skin goes on green and eggshell, the base is done, the setting is laid, it feels right,

I miss the paint, wash brushes and eat, tomorrow ill continue, i feel it creeping back, thank you.

Paint.