My mind is set on turbulent colors
a series of paint is splashing on the wall...

How can I fly with a broken wing?.
After so many times there was never no proper...

The times when you saw me smile
the moments of sharing hugs...

With every thought my pen is pressing harder on...
the cramping in my hand is getting stronger...

When looking for a color
I must say...

With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...

As I have traveled through life
telling the difference was quite an experience...

When colors don't blend well
designs are incorrect...

They think I am weird
I live my life different from theirs...

We are living a life based on society thinking,
since when speaking your mind is considered a...

There are people determined to get what they want
they will destroy what gets in their way...

One day last week
I could feel the air inside my home freeze...