Soul painter

I have a canvas. I want to lie on it, press my body against it, pull away from it and see the colors of my existence on it.

I want to dance on it, and laugh on it, and see my emotions appear on it. I want to see the shades of pride and love and brightness on it. I want to see  bright reds shooting into oranges, yellow running into greens. I want to see my excitement on it. I can see it in my mind, and feel it in my soul. I want to show the world it.

I have a canvas. I want to lie on it, press my body against it, pull away from it and see the colors of my existence on it.

I want to grieve on it, mourn on it, and see my emotions appear on it.  I want to see the shades of remorse, guilt, and loss on it. I want to see watered down black dripping into greys, dark reds running off of it, lost in it. I want to see my confusion on it. I can see it in my mind, and feel it in my soul. I want to show the world it.

The canvas of my humanity. I can see it in my minds eye, and the deepest corners of my soul. This life, this canvas, how beautifully detailed in all the honesty of my humanity. The simplicity of my eradication. The strength in my revival. The beauty in my world.

I dance

look at me I dance. look at me I leap. look at me I twirl, I swirl, I sashay.

look at me im pretty. look at me I shine. look at me I glow, I grow, I am radiant.

look at me.look at me.look at me.

I’m small.I’m broken.I’m shallow.I’m scared.

I’m lost.I’m lonely.I’m tiered.I’m weak.

But look at me I’m pretty, and look at me I dance. Look at me I shine and leap, I twirl I glow I swirl I grow I sashay I radiate.

look at me.

look at me.

look at me.