This is my canvas.
Just like you have seven colors
I have twenty six letters.

I have a finite number of ways to get you to feel.
I have boundaries set up by history and grammer.
I have these inhumane words to work with,
but
I can elicit a sad feeling
without having to use blue.
And I'm not so sure
that's something you could do.

I'm hungry but there is no need to eat.
I'm blind but there is no need to see.
I'm sad and don't feel like being

here.

I want to drink
until I sleep
Stumble into oblivion
and cover my innocence with sheets

Find the truth through
my dreams
and not care if fog rolls over,
blinding reality