Ensnared by reality; there the paintbrush stirs on myraids of emotions. The vision of monochrome; black and white paint mixes on for a perfect grey. The mind soon loses its ability to rummage away mixed feelings. Though she heaved relieves of burden, still tears are on the verge of imploding down supple cheeks, so vulnerable.
Soon, after the darkness sprawls over. Shadows of light appears. technicolour takes on the new challenge leaving its old monochrome self behind. She turns towards outstretch healing hands. Solutions; a whole new perspective.
Time seem to pass so quickly, or rather i have not been making full use of it. i am starting to lose the glimmer of hope i pinned on my art piece. Recent stress; making me give up totally. struggling through, its hard to make my art piece effective. i came to realise painting walls weren't that bad after all. washable paints; its fun when you splash it at each other. (: kristal darling, don't worry to much. we'll all help you. love ya much!