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I want to draw a screaming soul, paint it white and make it lack the things it wants to have I want to draw a crying soul, paint it blue and make it embrace the things it was never meant to have I want to draw a laughing soul, paint it black and make it have the things that others lack I want to draw an angry soul, paint it red and make it mad at the things that others have I want to draw the souls together into a single entity that would love itself for what is lacks, and what it will never have. _______ I'm not sure how that went, but that's what I feel right now. I'm so torn between being the best, even though I know that I'm not the right position to even want that. Why can't I just accept defeat?