"who is your first love?',
that question made me stare at a blank wall,
for quite a good hour,
i guess for me,
it was a painting that was painted,
by a stranger on the street,
it was a painting that made my heart jumped,
im looking at the blank canvas on the wall,
whimpering to be paint,
wriggling unlike other paintings,
i wonder why they look so scared,
as if im not going to paint them,
because i am a painter after all.