A blank canvas

sits in front of me.

Waiting for me to

fill it with something

beautiful.

Something...

truthful.

But sometimes the

truth isn't beautiful.

Sometimes the

truth is ugly.

Sometimes the

truth hurts and

stings and

makes you feel

the things you don't

want to feel.

Sometimes...

A lie is more

beautiful than

the truth.

Now a filled

canvas sits

in front of me.

I hope it's

as truthful

and "beautiful"

as you hoped

it would be.