drawing_you_in pSyche One... Two... Three... Four... You weren't in the picture. You weren't part of the grand design. I took my picture home and drew you in black and white, off to the side. You coloured me blue when you drew me in your yearbook. Strange how that's the colour I eventually became. The colour that I turn to without you here anymore. But drawing you in to every picture I have doesn't bring you any closer to me. It doesn't fill the leather chair with your warm body, or put your face outside my window. I'm just drawing a fantasy world again. 050909 ... (_) sketching you into a hug 050910 what's it to you? who go blather from