I’m trying to paint the picture perfect.
Yes, I have the colors, the easel, and the paper.
I’m trying to lock the darkness to let the brightness gush in.
But can I do that?
I’m trying to behold,
Through different lenses,
Just battling to mostly smile.
But can I always get it?
I worked hard to breathe life into my life.
I think I’m tired now.
But can my sweat once again remove the dust from my tools?
I’m resting, but I’m in distress.
There’s a stagnant flow in my life.
But can I plunge in again? Do I even remember how to swim?
I’ve collected my broken feathers and pasted them on my back.
They’re taking me to new skies.
But am I free from within to feel it? Am I willing to walk on a new path?
It’s my dream, so it’s my imagination.
But am I ready to overlook the rules?
Will tell you about this line.. This journey of four years came to an end. I was returning home with a heavy bag full of memories. True friendship, victories and failures, and a lot of questions….