You see the world in black and white

In lines, angles, and absolutes

this or that and choices

conflict and contrast


we talk in circles,

hardly understanding one another

because where you see separation,

I see possibilities,


and where you see the end,

I see a new beginning

Where you see ceiling,

I see sky

And so with paint-stained hands,

I go into the in-betweens,

the beginnings,

explore the myriad of boundless potential

and expand beyond what has been,

to create a world of my own in vibrant color