Staring at a blank white ceiling,
A blank white wall.
Nothing drives myself more insane then this.
There's so much potential that lies before me.

Yet no one has touched it in fear of an imperfection because somehow imperfections are ugly?
When were we ever told that?

No why were we ever told that?
These white walls are so plain and simple.
Where's the color?
Where's the expression?
Where's the emotion?

Where's the story waiting to be told on these white ceilings and walls?
This is where I don't understand how graffiti is a disturbance when it's art.

Yes the inappropriate ones I understand, but there's so much more great pieces of art that are labeled as graffiti then the disturbances.

There's nothing wrong with any of these things. The white walls or white ceilings.
Sure perfection is a nice, but so is imperfection.

I guess this all winds down to the corruption of our societies teachings.

I could write for an infinite amount of time, but never would I ever be able to find the right words.

To explain how the earth and the sun collide to create an explosion of colors across the sky, how the moon fell for the sun when it lives among the stars, or how there's a galaxy inside your eyes and there's a fire in my soul, and how we could burn brighter then the sun.

If only I could find the right words; My love.

So this is for the people out there;
No matter who you are, what you believe in, what race you are; we've all heard this and if you haven't then here's what I'm about to say. I mean every word of this.

You are capable of anything. If you don't like something, change it. If you still don't like it change it again, and again. As many times as you like. No matter what you're human and we make mistakes. I promise you this that no matter what you think of yourself, you are more then that. You are the most amazing person. You are beautiful or handsome and anyone would be lucky to know you.
You have something to offer for this world and it will change it. So go for it. Be who you are because nobody else is ever going to be able to compare to you. So please I'm asking anyone who is looking for a reason to be alive right now. This is it. You're not alone and maybe nobody will understand the stuff you're going through perfectly but we try. So I'll try not to be the cliché here but if you ever need someone to reach out to message me or talk to someone you can trust, because as scary as it sounds it will help.

Humans are canvases.
We were born with nothing.
No knowledge of anything.
A blank canvas per see.
We had gained knowledge as we grew and we still continue to.
We hold a pencil and create faint lines in the beginning.
With the more knowledge we obtain; the darker the lines become.
The more mistakes we make; the more the eraser winds down.
We create this beautiful picture,
A story that isn't ever forgotten;
We can make the creation we want.
We make our own decisions.
If we make a mistake it can be fixed, and yeah sometimes they can't be fully erased but that's the best part.
When we've finished the creation there's much more to it then meets the eye.
We know the imperfections and we know the story.
This is where the terrifying part comes in.
Others opinions. They label it, they point out the flaws you never saw, they tear it apart piece by piece, but in the end. Your art will be in a museum and they'll still be working on their creation; but their story will never compare to yours.

As though an unfulfilled moon, the missing piece of her complex puzzle was empty, and all the last resorts are being thrown away. They'll no longer work. The one thing to complete her could also crush her completely, keeping her alive on a tightrope, she couldn't sleep at night for the daydreamer had nightmares in her sleep. Her dreams left to creep in during the day while she was wide awake. His hand held hers tightly as to not let go, his music saved and soothed her but their time was running short for her nightmares were killer. So as he lied next to her broken pieces he'd been trying to fix. He wanted just once more before she crumbled to have one last dance before he could no longer hold the soul he loved most.

I don't think I will ever hear those words enough,
Even though you show it,
I want to hear it every day at the end of the day,
Just so I know that you still love me at the end,
Tell me a wonderful thing,
Make me mad,
Than kiss me and say you were
teasing so I know,
Try to make me cry and when the first tear falls,
Embrace me and kiss away my tears,
Tell me you never want to let me go,
I love you,
But can't stand you,
In the end,
We can't live without one another,
I want tears,
And,
A hand to hold,
A rose to drop,
To hear your heartbeat once more, before you leave,
And when,
You walk out the door,
When,
I'm shaking and crying,
Drop everything on the sidewalk,
And,
Run through that door,
To catch me before I fall to the floor,
Embrace me
Kiss my head,
My cheek,
My neck,
Right there knowing you love me
Say to me,
"I can't do it, I don't want to let you go, I won't let you go."
Take me by the waist and tip my chin up to look you in the eyes,
Press your forehead against mine,
Then kiss my nose,
Then say,
"I don't have to say it you already know."
And,
Give me a gentle kiss,
A kind of kiss where,
It's passionate, yet gentle,
One to drive me crazy,
To the point I won't leave your side,
You use whatever you can against me,
Trying to make me,
Laugh,
Smile,
Blush,
I love you so much it hurts,
I know I don't say it enough dear,
But,
I love you and my heart will wait for you,
To say the four words on one knee,
I hope that's not too far,
But when I say,
"I Do."
To you crying I know you won't have to tell me,
Because I know now I have to tell you,
I love you.