cascading waterfalls and sweeping rocks - running through gardens with hands interlocked - skipping down the beach and licking ice cream these are

a few of my favorite things - watching the sun sink low as it paints it sky - a sweet love letter to the world to say goodbye - jumping from tall heights

as the rush of trusting what’s below fills me from head to toe - kissing soft and deep stopping only to gasp for air - driving under the moonlight with

music playing softly - how can you go through life and not see it as Renoir or Monet did? - even if it’s a bit skewed like Van Gogh - it's all colors - 

swirling - dancing - moving to a beat - sometimes the paints are spilled but do I really need to explain it? - do I really need to use words to explain a

feeling that cannot be seen? - words only do so much - no call to action - no push over the edge - no need for exciting adventures or idealistic

lifestyles - live life and feel don’t think about it too much - the second you try to tie ideas down they fall apart and become something perverted - life

hurts love hurts - friendships - (those existing and those not) - all hurt - let that be a part of the painting - let that be the shading that makes the color

pop