Paint with a purpose

Sometimes I sing.

Sometimes I paint.

Sometimes I cry.

I am angry, I am full of hate, yet also empty.

The days when I find myself stuck in my grief, the stages that never come in order. Sometimes out of nowhere, sometimes, right on time. You never know what can be hiding behind the eyes of a smiling face. The act that becomes so natural, yet stagnant all the same. You find your way through a path of destruction. The small glimmers of hope in a dark world give you the strength to pick up the pieces and keep going where you need to be. The world keeps turning, so I must keep learning. Throw the paint, don't throw a fit. Anger and hatred can't fix it. It's the small moments of joy in the blink of an eye that's life. Why waste any more time. That is the only free thing we will never get back. No refunds here my darling. Feel it all, but do not live in the shadows where the light can't find you again.

Sometimes I smile.

Sometimes I laugh.

I always think of you.

Throw the paint, don't throw a fit.