What is this naive heart but a canvas not yet colored. A blank slate devoid of a single word or thought. When thoughts meet action the painted comes to preform. Every stroke a beat of the heart further growing its' image of the innermost self. The colors of life paint the most vivid reality

Experiences alone stand to anchor us to this fragile world we live in. Guarded speech and chained emotion drain the color from these bright eyes. Walls already stand high to eclipse the light that is truly living. The shadows that cover, exist as fear of judgement and freedom as it should be known......

Peace follows turmoil as love follows loss.