Dedicated to: baby_galaxies_

 Within The Canvas
My Thoughts are clear

As much as my feelings are slured

Yet it grants the freedom that
I imagine I'd feel if I
were a bird

And amidst the tones and hues
That blends
to the curve of my unwritten words

I dab
And mix
And find a world
Within the swirl of my

Chocolate milk
But that was just for tea.

Its Now or Never
I'm alive with this new Drive

For every stroke reveals a new surprise.

Aesthetically
It was pleasing

But the measure of spiritual  healing
Simply could not be accounted for.

I saw the sounds
And tasted the moon light 

Perhaps this once I was right

To read a perception
And believe in a color 
Dreaming away a life unheard

That I can heed the scream
As I uncovered my reflection
And let the world adore it.

Could she be that type of girl?