So Lazy I'm Stupid

I miss him.

He was bright, confident and full of life.

Now he's lazy, retreading the same old stories, losing aspiration, shedding dreams because their weight becomes a heavier burden each passing year.

Inspiration quickly transforms from tool to dagger.

I need him again.

Perception wanes, intelligence fades and time passes quickly without improvement.

Appreciation and interpretation yield to what's real.

She loved him.

He did and does deeply love her.

He wants to be needed.

This is a painting of two people dancing in the rain.