The lines we draw
between empathy and love
between individuality and being one
between transparency and vulnerability
between courage and respecting boundaries
They seldom stay still.
The canvases we paint
walking alone in the woods, deep in thought
holding hands gently, sharing a meaningful life
wading through doubt, creating with passion
tearing down walls, upending worlds
They seldom fully dry.
The colors we fill
the blue blues, the serene greens
the mad reds, the deep blacks
pastels, matte, and fluorescents
broad strokes and fine lines
They seldom fade away.
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