Tue, 11/03/2015 - 16:32 -- Kayla2b

Unlike any other,


I can not settle with any color,


I can not choose one passion over the other


I think that they complement one another.


Only in




 My mind will mend;


Pouring out all the colors to begin


To mix all inspirations into a powerful blend,


Utilizing this knowledge into a world to transcend


From the darkness, and bitter, and blandness of days,


Grueling from labor while relentless beasts graze.


Into one mixture,


 a bubble from soap,


Popping, and splattering,


Tiny bits


Of hope.



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