The Perfect Picture
I want to create the perfect picture.
To create a picture no one has ever seen.
I need to paint a picture,
A perfect picture,
On an already framed canvas.
I have to create it.
Without stepping out of my boundaries.
I have to paint it,
To surpass them, to show them!
For them to see me.
I have to do it,
Without stepping into my brothers' shadows.
I have to do it,
For my father.
I have to show him,
What I can do.
I paint so slowly,
I paint ever-so carefully.
I paint, I paint, I paint.
The picture takes form.
And I see beautiful purple lilacs.
But they are not perfect.
Nowhere near perfection.
I paint more, I paint more.
I need to create a perfect picture,
On an already framed canvas...
"Seems to me,"
I remember...
"That your the one who gave up Kyoya."
What he said.
"Not me..."
Not him.
But me?
I gave up?
Have I given up?
Have I given up on my dream?
My dream to surpass?
I stop painting, I stop.
I gave up...
I gave up...
The words ring in my head.
But...
He...didn't give up?
He...chose to turn away?
He didn't give up.
He just figured out a new dream.
What was it again?
...Oh...yeah...
I remember.
"Seems to me like your the one who gave up Kyoya."
I smile, I smile.
I start to paint.
I add more colours.
Lots of colours!
I want to paint the perfect picture.
To surpass my brothers and to show my father.
That I am worthy, that I am here!
As I set down my brushes,
I smile more.
And I walk away.
Leaving my family to stare.
To stare at my perfect picture.
There they see,
The most beautiful rose.
With one million colours.
That is painted all over the wall.
That is not just set in that framed canvas.
I wanted to create a perfect picture on a set canvas.
Well...it may not be perfect on that canvas but...