we're trying our whole life to fill that empty canvas, we try to make a masterpiece out of it, we draw and paint our life-path on it, but what if the artist of their own life only knew how to paint with black from the start, and now after so many years they want something new, a different path, a new color, however, we cant restart, we can't get a new canvas, a new life, so we re-paint, we add a fresh layer of paint above the black, to cover up the bad past that has happened, a fresh start, a colorful one, just like the artist wants, they have been painting too many dark colors, it's time for some color, a new layer. But this time, one as diverse as life itself.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
