In the vastness of this world I choke on my thoughts.
In abundant serenity, I quiver
Drowning in my thoughts I grab at straws.
Deeper i sunk.
Like a Phoenix rising from ashes
I am alive.
Free like a bird.
My thoughts my own.
The Canvas my world.
I paint without restrain, my thoughts I scribble.
In this world time ceases to exist.
I am my Maker.
She comes alive like a fateful dream.
She heals my broken spirits.
She pacify my indulgence.
I will build a stature for you, I promised.
Paint a portrait for me she insisted.
For in my Canvas she comes alive!