concept: i live simply, but

concept: i live simply, but color over the lines. my apartment is small, but it is overrun neatly with plants that i forget to water and faces that i cut out of magazines. camera lenses and glass jars full of paint-water, red and blue and brown, balance precariously on stacks of books. the rent is low, my paycheck is low, but my spirit is high. i have realized that money is not success. i am not in love, but you bring saturation to my bedroom when i am feeling grey. i need no one but myself, and the stars.