I'm waiting in the rain with my head to the sky, hoping one day that it will wash away all of my mistakes.
I take myself as an unfinished painting. Layer after layer the artist piles colours onto the canvas, never truly being done with his work.
I am the true definition of a work in progress. Maybe one day I can finally call myself complete when I can match a face to this hand holding the paint brush.
You have no idea how badly I want to find the artist behind this work.
I think I'll think and question myself to sleep again.
Pick a star and hold it to your heart.
