I am an artist in the world of my imagination...
painting up a new story everyday .
Sometimes bright and happy
and others dark and lonely .
today my hand just took over and the swift brush strokes painted out Your face.....
to stay on my canvas and not 2 b erased...
But for sum reason i cant sense of this mess I'm in.. I'm not sure were i should begin
i stare blankly at the white canvas.. and start to think of what will come out next....
