Monet

She stares at the Monet on the wall, wishing she could climb into the boat and sail away.  Her tears mixing with the shimmery blue water.  She wonders; are they going to someplace or are they going away.  She thinks both.  After all, that is how it works, isn’t it.  You leave one place just to end up in another.

She’s left a few places, she’s quit counting.  Surely she would end up in a better place.  Isn’t that how the story goes.  You advance, you move on.  One door closes and another opens, or some such shit.  She looks deeper into the Monet, she doesn’t see any doors opening, just vast emptiness.  She wants to go.  To nowhere.

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