you define who you are by maybes and not-so-bads as boundaries disappear between us I see a filled canvas of colour every brush stroke placed perfectly you are the epicentre of art truth and beauty collide
but- some truth you have yet to uncover: no one of us is complete everything disowned can be recovered your inhibitions are fantasy you cannot maintain a status quo that makes you unhappy or expect happiness in the static
instead, invest in yourself you need time to grow a thousand seeds in a desert will never create a garden just as a thousand compliments will never bloom if you don't first learn to love yourself