In a quite and dark room, it's just her and her canvas.
She shivers as she touches the wet end of the paintbrush to the empty canvas.
She begins to add colour, brushing blues over reds and purples over blues.
She layers them on top of eachother, each one not good enough.
If only she could erase the mistakes.
Tears feriously tumble down, until her picture is made.
It's a blend and a mix to make up her.
Her canvas is now full, it took a lot to make.
It is a beautiful masterpiece, made up of multiple components.
Yet still it's just her and her canvas.