…sometimes trying to describe beautiful colors and glorious shapes. It started when I was around 10 years old when I realized something that stayed true even to this day. People are like vaults, each and everyone with its own combination to their most hidden and precious treasures. Some have short and simple combinations, some complex and endless ones but never the less, they all have one. But their combinations does not consist of numbers but as of simple words. Words put together in a specific pattern – the right word in its specific place at the specific time.
I’ve tried to master this craft as I believe sharing amongst the living things on this planet can only lead to a greater good. But the colors I describe now a days are but a humble attempt to a description. How do you describe a color? My palette has narrowed down to only two colors – black and white and my words are merely an outline, a shape, a skeleton of something that I can’t describe anymore… and my vault is shutting closed with every heartbeat. My very own combination is getting more and more complex and soon, as it falls in to oblivion, the lights go down and I realize I can’t be saved.
If you were my canvas, I’ll paint you with beautiful words and color you with desire and dreams.