Daily, I maneuver through the shadows of imagination, chasing colors of mental relief.
My reality is weighed by a temperament of a constant change.
It’s beyond an example or explanation as I slip from bareness to delight.
The conversations focus on notions of equitable therapy, sketched from the previous night.
Pleased and with organized judgments, I clean my strokes with blended rags.
Awakened, my hunger stirs. Yet, I’m full from the metaphors tucked in my traveling bags.
Plan or impulsive, the choice to be a hidden treasure is mine.
Bright shades bring optimism to others as each coat depicts a unique room in time.
Appreciating tomorrow, while today’s captivating dreams are contained.
There’s a rush of energy that cools me as I play with quiet pains.
Electricity flowing, navigating unchartered dimness, my brush takes a dip,
to paint a life with sprinkles of sweetness that sealed yesterday’s friendships.
Holding a different brush, the colors are based on harmonized goals.
A stroke of red to demonstrates kindness of close encounters and stories untold.
The waves of green incite movement, boldness, and the strength I no longer hold.
Purple is a path to passion that complements my quest for serenity as I grow old.
The places visited, books read, and people I have led, that happiness continues to flow. Blank spaces to fill, drawing what’s real, I expand my wings of growth.
My colors transform happiness, seal a void and inspires – now I pause to sigh.
The walls are splendid and today, this brush is my beauty. It’s my butterfly.