Blends

I feel light when I’m with you.

catch-up

I’m tired of never fitting in.

canvas

in the middle of the wispy green was a canvas.

faded (gone)

you were obsessed with perfection.

Painting

paintings are alive.

painted rainbows

the bleeding colorsare transformed into rainbowsof beauty and pain

decalcomania

i want to be the “perfect me” that you hold as your image of me. it just feels so far away.

paint – my life

i lived in a black and white world.monochrome, i saw only two sidesof the coin – never the ends and never the folds. to me, myself was the combinationof the ugly from my parents,of white scars running deep through black souls. but, if i was the cracked, uneven sidewalk,you were the bouquet of flowers blossoming

Life on a Micro-level Versus on a Macro-level: Meaningless or Not?

Isn’t it just demoralizing that the future consists of college, job, and then death? This is the timeline of a life: Baby. Child. Going to elementary school. Pre-teenager. Going to middle school. Teenager. Going to high school. Worry about the future. Figure out who your friends are. Figure out which major you’re going to have.