I wanna live, wanna live Deep inside I've always been
Reaching out for a hand, so don't let this be the end
Mushrooms growing on my head
Still remember even then
Where you are when I'm dead...

I bet that's the kind of things sunny writes in white space.

The poem is nice, well crafted.

well seeing i am an artist and i actually did a self portrait; i will describe how i painted it.   i used acrylic on a stretch canvas about 4 feet wide by 6 feet tall. i painted myself smiling in a soft pink long dress, white tile floor sitting on a white couch with a table behind and a vase of gorgeous flowers.   i also had a round white hat with a soft pink ribbon through it laying on the floor and on the table behind me was a lit candle. i kept it simple but soft and romantic.