When I was in 6th grade, in Maryland.
I used to draw aliens...
I loved it.
Cartoons of aliens.
Drawings on notebooks.
I thought of this today when I was painting,
Aliens are not human,
We don't know what they look like.
So it doesn't matter if they look "wrong"
I was giving myself a way out.
Painting isn't fun anymore because I can't let go.
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