Perfection I will the paint around the canvas. The brush is merely an extension of my arm, no longer a mindless tool. We are one, and together, we create. We create worlds and fantasies and new universes, and how fantastic it is! Colour bows before me, bending to my every will. My brush and I, our colours, we create masterpieces, work I could never even dream of replicating! And at the end of the day I step back and look at what I've achieved And I'll sigh. I'll sigh and I'll throw my #lifeless brush down And take my work And destroy it. Because it just Isn't Good enough.
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