The Ceiling

By Raymond S.

What Now!?

My eyes asked as I looked upon the ceiling.ceiling-of-toilet-1197854

The mustard spread above my head, it beckoned my evaluation.

The colour a result of many years smoking, a reflection of the lungs of those who smoked.

A yearning to begin, stifled by many a past prevarication, stirred in my mind and followed through in my chest.

At least I didn’t waste my time, I prepared for the fateful day.

Bought a brush here, acquired the paint there but now there’s no putting off the event.

Ease the lid, dip the brush. Stroke after stroke whitewashes the problem away..?