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005.

11:17 p.m.

I want to draw myself
But, not what one would see on the surface
I want to draw my beautiful physique
in the color of green
I want a trail of leaves that grow and sprout out of me
wrapping my nude body is such a way
even the blind could see.
I want my eyes big and bright
filled with fire, and passion
and lastly, I want my heart
plastered right in the center of my chest
big and strong
I want others to see what exactly lies inside of me
scratching the surface, the superficial
this is exactly what i'd draw myself out to be