Images bloom.

Blasting with color and life. 

Which to choose? 

My hands grasp the colorful object.

Splattered from memories of before.

My elbows rest as close as can be.

Desperate to apply every detail. 

Hours go by.

No progress.

Days go by.

Again, no progress. 

“Try again”, I say. 

Still the same. 

Frustrations exit my lips. 

Desperation tints my eyes. 

Why is this blank square taunting me so? 

Exhausted, I put everything away. 

I will save this for another day.