• Stroking across a plain of white. Wonder what I will behold in sight. The colors that blend and the colors so bland. Creating that which wasn't planned. But still I keep on with my design. Creating that which I can not define. A true original piece of art. One that comes straight from the heart. You can see the emotion which I have hidden. A part of me which I have forbidden. And every now and then I let it go. Cause art is what makes up my eternal soul.

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