wordle--paintbrush

there's a certain feeling of anguish that melts over me as i watch my paintbrush dip in the water because the blurry purple clouds remind me of the cigarette smoke that swarmed outside maple street and i found the smell to be foul yet intriguing like the sudden urges i sometimes feel to kiss tall boys who don't know my name not because we've never met but because we've seen each other so many times my name is exhausting to replay on their tongues.