Capture me underneath the sunset.
Straw hat in hand, smile genuine.
Painted across my cheeks.
Paint me deep,
BLUE.
A darker hue.
Anything but bleak.
I became obsolete when I began to think
that this picture could never be painted.
My visualization became tainted.
But whenever I'm the artist my image
has the potential to be beautiful.
But my beauty bounces off the walls of a cubicle.
I need a creative collaborator.