How do you recreate a thought? a feeling? a being? Is it done through reinvention?

Like an artist painting his vision, of the life you wish you had

Redrawing in oils and pastels, concealing the dark spots of charcoal remains.

With every smooth brush stroke or smear, are you really changed? Or is your mask merely refurbished?

And when you see this new masterpiece, would you even remember me? How I was or how I am?

How you bold the lines of your memories, when all you have are erasure marks? Do you even try to?

Or do you let everyone else see what they want? A smattering of colors and textures.

The answer is never so simple. For after all, you're just recreating an artist's copy, of the work you've done yourself.