She's gold. Onto a new found glory only to meet at a quarter past midnight. Some call it morning. Sinking in the silence of the twilight. In between the silence lies the depths of seeing memories fade. Fading away into the silence of the twilight zone. This is the time for creation. This is the revolution of creativity. getting involved with feelings, emotions, and obscurations, love and honesty all on the canvas. Never disappearing, just revealing. Never knowing somebody just getting to know the souls eyes, or perhaps the I's our soul has lived. We begin to see what madness feels like in our head.
In between day dreams she finds her soul alone in the depths. In the making, an artist regenerates a path for success. A life as an artist is not as easy feat. This life as an artist is always in the making. Gently falling apart while a piano pounds a solid harmony. Gently walking onto the rooftop seeing only your own shadow and the devil on your back. This pleasure is you. Letting creativity begin to change the names and colors of the memories of life. She's ought to catch the next golden cloud. Making new memories and golden paintings. This life is meant for evolution.
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