Artist

Your presence is dazzling. You catch me just being yourself. Like I watch an artist paint a picture. A picture that never gets old, is always repainted, because the artist is so rich in colours that he can pour them all over the place endlessly.

He has to paint, he is so driven that he can never stop. A mind that can't stop creating, a mind that will do everything in order to always be in creativity mode, and rather than using a model takes a look into himself; with eyes that, when they look at me, reveal a glimpse of the universe they hold...

It is satisfying to see somebody else being so full, so rich. Someone who gets the parts of you that others won't explore, even less understand if, and, if even that would be the rare case, wouldn't be capable to share... The words we transform from thoughts and feelings, they are poor. They will always fail. They harm. The soul language never harms, the language of the universe, that vibrates through our core conscience.