Paint You in 100 Words or Less

I would like to learn geometry, I would like to be able to sing, I would like to paint you in a hundred words or less.

I ran out of paint and I also ran out of words. Looks like we're fucked.

Instead, I'd like my heart to stop jack hammering when I wake up. Some people call this love, others call this fear, doctors call this anxiety.  I call it my personal alarm clock and it's how I know my heart still works.

Maybe I should see a doctor or a counselor or a therapist. But instead, I'd like to have someone teach me about the lifespan of lilacs or the railroad industry or how to to do math correctly.

I'm no good at long division or drawing parallel lines. I'm always a remainder in someone's equation but our lines will somehow crisscross eventually. I was never good at using a compass but from some reason I'm always spinning circles in my head when I wake up.

Let's take geometry class one more time so we can learn how to turn these circles into straight lines.