Canvas

This screen is my canvas.
Is it sad to see
my little works of heart created under LED
light rather than candles?
There is no scrawling with a pen as there used to be
and even then
the method of production doesn't matter to me -
it's the result at the end.

There is logistic composition,
of all the greatest stories men have tried to write,
they mostly comprise of love at first sight,
And other such lies
We allow ourselves to fantasize
about.

I need to make limitations,
because in each of the world's nations,
whether here or back in that place
I used to call my home,
I find someone to base my work upon.

I'm dependent on dependence,
to independently attempt to craft
some kind of beauty out of words.

You are not what I dreamed you would be.