One day I woke up and thought
"I want to feel pretty"
"I want to feel loved"
"I want someone to love me..."
So I left bed
feeling nothing
made some tea
and took my paint brush.
There wasn't much inspiration, so I decided to paint flowers.
The aquarella seemed to dance through the paper
and the flowers formed something curious.
In the flowers I drew,
I was able to see something similar to my face's shape,
right after my eyes, my mouth...
Until I was finally able to see the whole me.
Simple, delicate, beautiful flowers
Simple, delicate, beautiful me...
In that day my eyes got open
and I was able to see:
I don't want someone else to love me,
I wanna love me.