Creativity flourishes in art, Letting feelings, expressions and words you can't express — slowly spill out on canvas. Being creative is a wonder, a talent, a skill in art, Putting heart and soul together, swiping the brush with precise strokes. But is it wrong I want to be depicted by the creative more? The craving of being painted, of being pictured as from someone else's eyes, Appearance in a realm which you didn't know existed, but now you do because of the creative. Striking poses, some simple, some unique, some matching the face behind the canvas's energy; All so they can capture the lovely wonder of being you. Is it wrong I want to be the muse? The one they paint, the one they capture so perfectly, even with little flaws that I was ashamed of, but they paint it so well. Is it wrong I want to be looked at? Understood, captured, pictured, painted. It feels good to know the creative has the motivation to paint my soul. It feels good to be the subject of creation, as colors mix and form the soul — which I once never knew what it looked like.