Tonight I began to repair you. I couldn't stand to look at you anymore, you were so hideously depressing. I sat on the patio and we stared at each other, both in awe of the mess we saw, and I could no longer leave you this way. I grabbed my largest brush and my darkest red and laid into you with a disgusted fury. Within minutes I had exhausted my current means trying to cover the lackluster damage someone had done to you. At first I saw improvement, a new brilliant and rich color on the canvas, but as the paint dried I could see the flaws poking their ugly heads through. You will take much more care and effort than I had planned. I'll need more paint.
When I first met you all I could see was the largest canvass I had ever had access to; so much potential. Why would someone discard you? Why would they leave you like you were just a piece of trash? I dumped what I had and carried you awkwardly back to my new place. I felt so rich, like I had discovered buried treasure, like a dragon hording a huge addition of gold. I had only been in my new place for a couple of weeks. The rooms were drastically bare, the furniture sparse. I just knew I could make something of you and you would be the beginning of me reclaiming my life. I proudly set you against one of the many bare walls and bragged of my find to anyone who would listen.
As the weeks passed by I begin to look at you differently. I saw you as scarred and destroyed. I felt the texture of the carelessly arranged masses of paint with my fingers. I noted the many overly applied layers and ignored brush hairs that had been left behind. I moved you from room to room trying to find inspiration to cover your scars. Now weeks and even months have passed by and I begin to wonder if you are worth the effort. I have left you untouched in fear of failure. I didn't want to be yet another person to carelessly use you and discard you when I no longer found you pleasing. You possibly are too damaged to repair, but maybe everyone deserves another chance. I'd like to show you how beautiful you could be, but you seem a very reluctant participant.
