I've alway envied those who have artistic talents.
I can't draw or paint for the life of me.
But I find it so very beautiful and I admire it heatedly.
I yearn to be able to make masterpieces so emotion invoking that people weep at their knees.
I want to learn what words they whispers to the colours that make them transform into life .
& In which ways do they caress the page so that every passionate stroke is felt by me when I see it.
One time I looked at a painting so captivating I swear I saw God where the colours collided together.
And all I could do was laugh.
Because it also looked like myself.
And everyone else.
And it showed me something I had never seen before.
In all the colours and shapes and lines, coming together to form a beautiful masterpiece.
Every human being a contributing piece.
I saw it all in it's entirety.
&Ala;; I may never know the rich & deep pleasures of being an artist.
But I can be the artist of my own life.
I can manifest a life so colourful & beautiful that people might ask me for a little piece of it.
So that they can bring it home and hang it on their walls.
To inspire them to be creative & to reach for the paint too.