Daydreaming In Art #14

An expression of flabbergast changed his appearance,
as he realized he was skillful.

His life was one of obscure images;
colors were obsolete in his open eyes,
his world was adjusted, living in pitch blackness.

After these thoughts, he got up of the chair
“ Jenna, I’m sorry, I’m not ready”
“ Keep the ring; he mumbled”
“ No woman can love a man like me”
“ You deserve better”
All these were lies; deep down he had a plan.

Oscar turned the painting around, facing the brick wall
He had never done that with the others
Jenna could never look at him again; or rather he Jenna.

He took the oil clay in his hands,
It felt so smooth, like a woman’s skin;
his new daydream had just begun in the form of art.

Vanessa Ramos