The bright room is filled with the strong smell of toxic fumes, reminding him of exhaust from a vehicle combined with the fresh scent of a green spring meadow filled with bright colors and breathtaking wildflowers, where he belongs. His large hands open all bright windows in the small room filled with large possibilities, letting a gust of wind in to take away the overwhelming scent. His fingers are filled with splashes bright colors and light. He smiles to himself, a large, angelic smile as he picks up a brush once again. His crystal blue eyes are those of a tropical island with water so beautiful you could only call it paradise or something greater. They dart frantically around the canvas as his hands place the beautiful thoughts in his head into a breathtaking reality that no one could imagine except him. Little did he know, what he was pouring his heart into was nowhere near the most beautiful thing in the room.
