Messor-Mortis

Day 1 I am fine. There is no reason to be sad, for I have everything I need. I have more than enough. So I should be okay. I am happy. I am blessed. Everyone gets sad sometimes. Everyone gets mad.Everyone goes mad. But not me I'm happy. Day 2 I'm the only one who makes sense here. Why are people going crazy? Why do they scream? There's nothing to scream about. Everything is fine. I'm sane. Day 3 I'm so happy. Today, my eyes saw colors. Everyone has their colors. Red, blue, green... It’s beautiful. What is my color? No one tells me.They're too busy crying. I'm curious. Day 4 I keep asking people what my color is, but they ignore me.

Art can take on many forms Whether it's blacksmithing, cooking, or painting dorms Art is anything you're passionate about It took my years to get over my doubt That art is something I could never master To be honest, my first attempt was a disaster But it did not dissuade my passion Thank God for my family's compassion I watched an average pencil bring Ideas to the point of existing My hand rubbed across the paper Raising a graphite vapor The pencil scratched for hours on end Shading the white with a graphite blend The scent of rubber filled the room As many mistakes met their doom Dozens of characters from my book Have a rather freakish lo