My voice is only one of many voices. My thoughts form a different perception of reality and takes on their own personalities.The only truth is kept locked hidden in the depths of my soul. Where-in the only key to my redemption are my words laid out for all to see.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Empty Canvas
I have an empty canvas, and I don’t know where to
start. I could take the paintbrush and paint a picture of me heart. Should I paint it bright yellow , pink or blue? On second thought
I’ll just paint a picture of you.
-Lisamarie-
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