I wish I could make all those colours flow.
To represent life on paper, to recreate the beauty of nature perfectly.
I wish I could twist words to accurately describe the awe I feel when I stand on a mountain, the humility of my being in such surroundings.
Yet I am not sad for others do it so well.
I read those words and close my eyes, everything comes to life, contoured and conjured by the words of others.
Sometimes they gift me beautiful images, sometimes I envision things of sadness and sometimes I see things and deeds of horror.
Sometimes I will smile and sometimes I want to swear. Emotions poured into the world and absorbed.
I see your lives and your experiences painted in words.
