i am not different like this.
take these colors snd scrape them down with a knife.
look at the lines you’ve made and how they overlap like oil pastels.

i am not different like an oil painting where the colors blend when you ask them too.
i am not different like watercolors where you can add water and change the saturation.

i am different like a picture drawn with crayola markers on printer paper.
drawn by a child in class while the teacher looks on with thinly veiled concern for the child’s mind.

he presses too hard sometimes and the ink blots and tears holes in the paper when young, uncoordinated hands try to keep it in place.

i am not different like clay molded masterfully, or even haphazardly.
i am different like holes torn in paper with too much ink to have any color besides a wild sort of black.