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.

the above mentioned statements talks about the creativity of an artist and to what extend they can utilize and experiment on the objects provided.   differing size and subjects are given so that an image of wisdom is created. displaying a transition from light to dark in something by darkening sections in order to create a shadow. and lastly, putting bits and pieces together to formulate a new image.