Wednesday, October 18, 2006
He is the painter, i'm the paint.
we are all born with different colours.
a single and light colour.
along the years, as we grow, we let others paint on us different colours
and sometimes even we ourselves add on colours of others unto ourselves.
we felt that the colour we have is not pretty enough,we need to be like the other colour.
some of us, our colours never changed..
but the colour gets darker and darker.
because we are suppressing...
we suppress emotions,feelings and expressions.
in order to remain beautiful for others to see.
but this darkening of our colour will eventually turn black, and can no longer darken anymore.
cause we've already broke down.
when the painter squeezes us out from that tube, he is happy with how the colour is.
he loves every colour in its form...he never wants to change this colour to be like the other.
because he thinks every colour is beautiful.
let the painter use you to draw the most beautiful picture.

"you are the potter, i'm the clay"

Soared at 10/18/2006 11:39:00 AM