Sometimes a blank Canvass isn’t as empty as it seems.
Sometimes the blank speaks words that the artist is too afraid to say – like a silence on a page between two lovers who know that their end is near.
A silence between someone very sick and their very best friend.
A stare into each other’s blank canvasses.
I have stared into the dark night sky and wondered on the wonders that it could possibly beqeauth my poor, sundress soul.
I have walked with spirits in my dreams, the spirits that haunt my heart in the most warm and loving way – like an offering for a hug from a long lost friend on a weary road.
I have seen Dan in my past, and looked for him in my future, but all I have seen is piss-poor regret having not seen him when I wanted to.
I have not seen a future without negativity; but at least there’s her in it.
Sometimes when she’s sad, it makes me sad which disappoints me when I’ve had a really good day. She’s never happy when I am.
Its something I must live with, because I love her very much – I don’t feel like I have to prove my love for her, I feel that she knows, which she should.
I just wish she could be happy, and that it’s something I could incite within her, like a spark to a flame – be the bellows to her forge. But I