Blank canvas and I,
we have quite the relationship.
Found myself blind,
using my fingers to read
the texture on the walls.
How much more blank canvas could I be?
Faceless, mirrored, I stood,
trying to recognize myself.
Blank canvas was all I could see.
In a panic, I ask myself,
"Who am I?"
I am faceless, blank canvas.
Read the walls of acceptance.
