if i could paint the pictures in my mind,
you would think that i'm socially acceptable yet, am weirdly estranged when left alone.
you would think that i am able to carry myself well but, am not a good conversational starter.
if i could paint the pictures that i see,
you would see two different worlds coming together as one.
you would see destruction and wrath rigidly trying to connect with peace and serenity.
you would basically see, confusion.
if i could paint the pictures that i feel,
you would appreciate and feel what love, joy and hope is all about.
but you would feel and understand the exact opposite of each, sipping into your life as the years go by.
if i could paint the pictures that i walk on,
you wouldn't be where you are now.
we would be aimlessly staring into what nature has to offer; the deep blue sky or an open meadow.
or we could be sitting in a white box staring at the four walls till society has decided how to waste our life away.
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