I grew up with the love of colors..
I found my pencil in the silence..
Also When my stains started to bleeding I didn’t leave it..
I danced with a thousand of colors that I can’t know they’re mine or not..
I danced in my lonely canvas..
My voice stopped but my pencil didn’t become silent
in my heart..
I painted my canvas with another person’s colors..
I wanted to paint..
Things which I couldn’t find in my heart..
Things which I wanted to throw away..
The Shameless, soulless mask which is cling me..
But in the end.. What's done cannot be undone..
There was a black in My every blue..
It became dark blue..
My every green became white..
Every orange, every yellow was dull..
A stain which can’t be erased in my canvas that I think as lonely..
Everywhere..
One part is white..
One part is black..
