You are the artist, and your days the canvas. Will you create an original masterpiece, or live a paint-by-numbers kind of life?
I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.
Through your eyesI am learningto see myself.Through your heartI am learningto love myself.In the chrysalisof your acceptanceI can feel myselfbecoming.
Do you dare journey into the wild places of your heart?