live, life; lived.
an egg, a chalk, and perhaps a piece of paper…
an egg, for me to break; to the life of my own.
the chalk, for me to draw my own destiny;
and, now, that piece of paper; is for me to make it the most colourful piece of masterpiece…
all that comes to my mind now, for that, it reflects my childhood, my teenage years, and now my life.
three simple things, three magnificent elements…
all these, given by my parents; for each of that carries an invisible path, for only i can see it.
now that i’m in that piece of paper, not coloured completely, yet, but it will….very soon, i promise.
and i shall seal those colours from fading.
pink-ai
