your therapist says
draw me a picture
of what you think your
life looks like.
he hands you a pad
of paper and a pencil.
you stare at the blank
sheet for a moment
then say,
I need paint.
gallons and
gallons of paint.
I need walls,
a ceiling, doors
and windows.
I need a good
brush. I need a
cup of coffee too
before I start.
this makes him sit
back into his chair,
and go hmmmm.
what would it cost
for this room
and the receptionist
area?
ballpark?
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