Can you be my mural Can we watch it all develop I know you use to love the wait it felt As we embodied ourselves in colors Chipped like old crayolas Painted in imperfection But your smile..brighter than

I gash my foot on sharp stones as I walk through the forest My sandals melt as I tread through the desert And I'm bogged down as I stumble near the sea But my journey continues as the unloved and the wanted