Different through different eyes.

The way we perceive… everything.

Timelessness divides, I see the way I’m supposed to go.

Things never go that way– neither do I.

Stretched away from what I know,

Separated from what I was, I now see

Life is harmony, I am melody.

If my journey is a canvas, paint is what I breathe.

Colors and lines, that’s all we are

I paint my own perception.