A Thousand Words

The worst thing I do is blame others for my faults. I can't seem to muster up the courage to admit that I don't have to be perfect. So I bow my head down in shame, hollow from the inside but a thousand words on the surface. I may not say them all, but they...

The Perfect Palette

I get attracted to these colors like butterflies to do flowers. These wings, they need to be flapped. And it tells me not to stick to one color; my mind says to pick one, but my body can't be tamed. It knows no limits, no restrictions. I surrender myself to the radiance of these colors....