Paint

a pen to ink and a wrist to write

gather my thoughts, they aren't polite

a hand to hold and a heart to break

"these are for your own good sake"

a mouth to speak and a ear to listen

all you do is complain and not reason

This poem was written a few months back. I don't have an inkling of how it came about, or rather what inspired it. However, I do sense a deep feeling of pain and regret when I recite it. Crestfallen, kind of.

#2: If you can describe your life in one colour, what is it?

If it were up to me, I would've chosen a few colours to represent my life. I can't settle to describe my life with a single colour. Life is an intricate subject by itself and not a topic to be taken lightly.

Choosing a colour to describe my life is not that simple. A colour represents a certain type of characteristics. Passionate red, calm blue, cheerful yellow or a daring orange. 

White is the colour I've chosen.

White contains an equal balance of the spectrum, revealing all the colours under a prism. Like a natural facade, underneath it contains the negative and positive aspects, illustrating my various live experiences, whatever good or bad that happened. Fortunately, white appears to be an enlightenment - the light in the dark, it brings about mental clarity, always offer a sense of encouragement, hope, peace, wholeness and integrity.

White by itself is an open path, a way where one is able to fully be open to the path of reflection and creativity. On the contrary, white holds a cold quality, representing loneliness and emptiness. It also reminds me of fear and uncertainty.