I am me,
but he's full of colors splattered over a human-sized canvas
that I want him to paint me an Avant Garde
eventually we will make a mural of the sky from twilight to midnight,

but he's still far away, shining bright
only toned down slightly due to daylight.

I am me,
but he's an exclusive painting timezones away
and on my paper is without color but his
light inspired poetry.