I want to color. I want to color a page with no lines or boundaries like a little child, just change the page to pure emotion. I don't want to express it; I want to be it, to throw it on the paper. Why should it have to be refined and poetic and artistic? Why should I have to create lines and shapes to color when all it needs is pure color in itself? I want to run barefoot by the sea. I want to laugh and cry shamelessly, letting the tears stain my face. I want to admot I'm flawed, and it's ok because we all are underneath our art. I don't care. I don't care about him or doing this right. I don't want to see the lines and archs of our whatever you call this thing. I see red stained sulfur and yellow and orange and that's it. I'm out of my element, pure and simple. I want to be raw and bare like this compilation of words and let him see that for himself.

Unknown "Angel" - 17 years, 11 months, 18 days ago