So,
tomorrow I' 11 be fifty-one.
I've
been feeling better since starting this book,
needed
to get back to work.
Yesterday
painted a portrait of Vincent in a straw hat.
A
battle rages on all around, I wonder why am I the one to see it?
Pressing
on, pressing on, I still know how to do the whole thing,
that's
why I see it.
So,
tomorrow I’ll be fifty-one.
