I was teetering in limbo between adulthood and childhood, and he was guiding me gently with his hands on my back, and lips over mine
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Art is an escape; you don't paint daily life. You paint dreams
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because I knew hands were a universal language
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I wanted to tell him he was as gorgeous as I could ever dream of being, but I couldn't. I just couldn't form the words as eloquently and beautiful as he could. It must have been an artist thing.
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and realizing that I never wanted to see the outside world again.
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From my mangled and mushy thoughts the only thing I could comprehend was that I was the luckiest person in the world.
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I began to envision myself as Gerard in his college years, staying up all night just to write down theories
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Let's go paint." I was wrong. It could get better. We were off to change the world. -------
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"But I hope I can show you that it's not all darkness here. There is some colour."
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And he was offering me a chance of a lifetime; an escape