Painting Dreams

I feel lost 
my head surrounded by an invisible fog
I don't know where I'm going 
I feel as though time is breaking down 
and all aspects of dimension 
are leaving me now
and while all of this is happening 
my sanity is nowhere to be found 
I feel lost
being carried away on a breeze
made of adrenaline and clingy dreams
I look out across the frozen landscape
desolate and empty white
like a blank canvas 
just waiting to be painted with the colors of life
I look inside myself
with all my colors stacked in boxes
on the shelves
I am not an empty canvas 
but I am not complete 
I still have lots of colors
but wouldn't it be neat 
if by the time my life is through 
my canvas is covered in colors nobody knew
because I never stopped painting
never stopped living  
never stopped dreaming 
and never stopped feeling 
I just let that breeze carry me someplace new
where I can discover more to do 
and more colors to paint my life with 
splattering myself in the process 
I will let myself be lost
so maybe I can find myself again 
as I slowly draw my dreams down
and haphazardly ink my thoughts 
maybe I can find that person 
who I started this journey as.