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.