I can feel my future in every brush stroke and every line I make with my pencil.
I feel free! When I hear the sound of creation scraping my paper, But my brain throbs from my own voice Under my skull.
“SHE NEEDS TO PAINT A PICTURE!”
They scream at me, But I can’t speak.
Meaning you can only hear me through the ink, SO LISTEN!
Within the colors there’s words.
What is trying to be said is, I fell in love.
He brings me serenity and peace.
He brings me clarity in my head filled with fog.
He brings me silence in my mind filled with noise.
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH! but not when I’m with him.
He can be anything I need him to.
He’s all I need.
I fell In love.
I haven’t been happier since I’ve met him.
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