Born a white canvas waiting for that first dab of paint to come in contact with me. The touch of life and all it entails. No manual, no direction, just me, my choices made, my experiences:a touch, a hug, a look. I touch you because you are tangible. I hug you because you feel. I look at you to acknowledge that you are here with me. Yet nothing compares to your light. I see it because it defines you, and it will create your world.
