Paper Etchings

"Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.They somehow already know what you truly want to become."
Steve Jobs

And there it is, a splash of paint on the glorious white, blinking against the sun, turning to shades of red. The auburn capturing the gold of the light, ablaze against the calm azure and just when your eyes soak her in, you realize her eyes are brighter, just as the painter meant.
Coal and flecked with sparkling life, she captures your attention and lets the small smile playing at the corner of her lips mock you for thinking you were immune to her captivating charm. After all, who doesn't want to witness life in all its zeal, thrilling you into action and urging you to chase your dreams with the wind of freedom billowing through your hair as you grin, inching closer by the step?
And so, she propels your spirit and captures your heart for the innocence her crow-feet captured eyes can't hide and compels you to fall in love with the richness of your soul that is untouchable, beyond the blurred lines of this world and all its ugly greys. She's hope and you've just got to believe. Then nothing will pull you down, as you step forth into the abyss, for a man rightly said, once you jump, it's a bed of roses down there.

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