throw color all over the canvas.
create your own story.
even if you mess up, it won't matter,
because even broken crayons still color.
don't think about it, just do it, get it done.
don't let anyone judge whether it's good or bad.
your opinion is the only one that matters.
put the paint on the paper, sit back, and watch the colors bleed.
watch it all come together in harmony.
sometimes art has a way of saying things there are no words for.
it builds a world of comfort.
a place to live without anxiety.
a place i don't want to leave.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
