• I am a blank canvas
    Waiting to be turned into a masterpiece
    I miss the tickles of the brushstroke
    I need color

    I am an empty jar
    Collecting dust rather than dreams
    I wanted to be filled with fresh baked cookies
    Or nostalgic trinkets that make me feel fuzzy inside

    I am a clear sky
    Not a cloud in sight
    The same routine blue bores me
    Skywriting, anyone?

    I am a plain piece of paper
    Ready for your doodling nonsense
    Whether it be your ridiculous algebra
    Or your in-class work of art

    I am an open hand
    Waiting for something to bring me out of this slump
    Pencil, flashlight, picture frame
    Maybe a hand to hold me in warmth