Light rays
pass by...and
I try to solve if it went
right or wrong
No clues
no experience
too naked...
lacking confidence
I smash
a brush
against the canvas
that
I kept so blank...for
what feels
like centuries
Milky light and tasteful shadows
clash and cut eachother
all of that..is
projected over You
fine lines, sharp contures
And the saddest thing
of it all is that I know
I can never be...
what you want
becoming real...