The cool wind ran by her aura, the sun shined on her being. She painted her reality like she was an artist, her palette clean and colorful, her brushes organized and in all different sizes and her canvas always changing and beautiful. Her canvas always formed into something new, some days it was bright and sunny, other days it was dark and starry. But no matter what her painting looked like she was always in control, she chose whether her picture looked like her dreams or her nightmares. What she loved most about her canvas was that she could always add to it and that it was always her’s, if she felt something was missing, it was just a color and a brushstroke away. She always hoped her painting inspired someone out there to pick up the brushes to their life and to create their masterpiece, because she knew in the core of her being that her masterpiece was up to her to create.
Be fearless and free -Ace