Edit me to your liking. To fit in the picture of your mind, that you created, that you make me live in. Contain my will by erasing my passion with a button, pressed several times. Making me as colorless as the words you type on paper. Would it kill you to give me personality with a font other than Times New Roman or Calibri? To make bold my character literally so that your eyes might feel it? Must I walk down the same plain trail confined between these same two simple lines for the rest of my eternity? Or will you instead pen me a sunset worth living for, worth writing about in memorable tone. Even a simple creation could appreciate that.