A discarded white canvas,
that stares with hazy eyes.
It sees me contemplating
as I smile and cry.
I try intuition.
I try to forget the insults,
the petty competition.
Yet, the ink flows not
and the infinite cackles.
A million choices,
a singular outcome.
A singularity of
a dozen truths,
a dozen lies,
and a dozen perspectives.
“What do I say?”
The canvas smiles,
and my heart giggles.
They open their mouths to answer.
“Be as you are.”
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
A discarded white canvas,
that stares with hazy eyes.
It sees me contemplating
as I smile and cry.
I try intuition.
I try to forget the insults,
the petty competition.
Yet, the ink flows not
and the infinite cackles.
A million choices,
a singular outcome.
A singularity of
a dozen truths,
a dozen lies,
and a dozen perspectives.
“What do I say?”
The canvas smiles,
and my heart giggles.
They open their mouths to answer.
“Be as you are.”