Mistakes

My imagination
Is glossed over
Brilliantly reflecting ideas
But letting nothing in
To be molded
Into a colorful new world
Full of rich characters
And landscapes
That can only be created
Using oils on a canvas
You can look at
And think about
And appreciate
But you can never go there
Because that would change the landscape
Robb its perfection
And keep it
From ever returning to normal

That's why I'm stuck when I'm writing
Because if I don't describe the world
Just perfectly
It will be ruined forever
And I'll have to apologize
To the characters I created
Do you know how hard it is
To apologize
When you're not supposed to make mistakes

What if God said
“Sorry, that wasn't supposed to happen like that”