Sunday, October 31, 2010 5:35 PM
Reality
If it'd make you feel happy, I'd paint you the skies and dot them white -- the stars for your sore eyes. I'd sketch you a world where happiness grew on trees and everything was hugged in pastels. I'd colour you a world full of life, joy, where the word misery was as fleeting as bliss is in ours.
I would create them all for you, the motifs flowing from the pencil grasped in my hand. I say I would, but I guess I can't anymore. I can't draw.