Beyond repair..

Life is like a piece of white canvas.

When I started, I wanted all sorts of colorful things in it.

Somehow, somewhere along the way,

I got too comfortable using just one color.

Using it to draw different things.

When it doesn't turn out nice,

I'd choose another spot,

and draw all over again.

By the time i realized what's happening,

Half of the canvas is already filled with the only one color

I've been using.

It's broken beyond repair.

Befitting of how my life is to me now.