Dance of Colour
I don't want to write today, I only want to draw. I ordered the best pencil kit for me and the best sketchbook for me. I know exactly what I want and what I need. I discovered today that drawing is a huge part of me, of my soul. I have been depriving myself of it for so many years. This last week there wasn’t a day without me longing to draw different things, to visualize through the page my dream self, my dream life. To express the awe for the beauty I see all around. If words could have colours and shape, I would draw swirls of thoughts and ideas, decorated with tiny details, small bugs and butterflies, hummingbirds and flowers, rich-green leaves and twisted roots of tropical trees, all entangled in a dance of colour and joy. Some parts of the page would be darker, like some corners of my soul, some would have terrifying creatures lurking in the shadows, thorns and slime, venom and fangs. Tiny spiders would knit artisan webs between the branches of exotic trees. Huge flowers wo...