the three brothers

Do you ever feel like your own identical twin?...The one who is furious all the time, in a rage. The one who has such difficulty thinking, difficulty forming a thought, who can't be bothered talking to anyone.

And the next day you are the other, the one who feels so bright, who lips have a slight smile, as if he can speak seven languages, the one who who has no difficulties, no conprhension problems, for whom even the most complicated math problem is just one that is not yet solved.

These two exist in the same place but never at the same time.  They do not even have an awareness of each other.  And they swim in the same pool, switching from one to the other in the time it takes from jumping off the board to landing in the pool.

Ah, and when they hit the water even a third can surface the one who questions all results who knows he has failed as his head clears the surface, or who thinks, No not a failure, but not the dive I intended.

It is probably he who wishes to write this blog, not the other two…they do not  need  it.

Because they agree it is a waste…in fact all writing is a waste…a waste of time that could be spent painting…that should be spent painting...