I've seen the sky too many times
Drawn enough clouds
Birds and the sun
I imbued the horizons clearly
With ultramarine dye.
Each and every stroke gives life
And when I blend
It diminished the purpose
All that's left is a colored canvas.
I too was praised by my craft
I'm not even proud of
While they see beauty
I see errors.
Behold, my next masterpiece.
It was then I realized
I don't enjoy colors
I paint with no purpose.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
I've seen the sky too many times
Drawn enough clouds
Birds and the sun
I imbued the horizons clearly
With ultramarine dye.
Each and every stroke gives life
And when I blend
It diminished the purpose
All that's left is a colored canvas.
I too was praised by my craft
I'm not even proud of
While they see beauty
I see errors.
Behold, my next masterpiece.
It was then I realized
I don't enjoy colors
I paint with no purpose.
First of February.