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I'm taking out a brush , delicately placing my thoughts at the tip , dragging my soul across the white surface , feeling my heart go out , expressed through each soft flick of my wrist . I feel my head pounded with emotion , every beat pulsating in me , strong and heavy . What cannot be expressed through mere words , can express thousands through a flick of the brush , or a line of drawn onto the canvas . I dip the brush into a colour .

Red .

So fiery and sweltering , just by listening to the word . A splash of colour onto the canvas , crimson and blood red . It adds life to the pale coloured surface , a dash of daring persona , streaking across the plain exterior . A mesmerizing solid materializing . It's lively now , more alive then ever . A bold , striking colour , liquidizing and running down the palette and onto the canvas . How pretty .

Orange .

It is a sliver less than the fiery red , gorgeous beyond belief . It inculcate and inspire laughter from within . It is bright non the less , seeking for a perfect blend , for a perfect contrast . It is versatile , ever changing and vibrant , a colour , a splash of paint onto the canvas , tracing the circular streaks of the rest onto the core of efferverscence .

Pink .

It's fluid and runny , versatile and dainty . The colour is sweet , like strawberry ice cream . It's feminine , the lines beautiful and delicate . It's blended it , adding a soft tone onto the white surface . A slow wavy motion , a gentle brush , a silouhette or ghost of what was the red . It's intricate is you look closely , pretty and more to what the eye can see .

Green .

A nature , unfolding with each bold stroke . Each dab , each leaf or line that seems to have created life wherever it has gone to . It's real and bona fide , authentic and genuine . It's warm , and beautiful , a side of life we don't usually see . It's brilliant against the bright contrast of pink and red , a christmas feel . But it's beautiful . You just need to look harder .

Turqoise .

It is a promise , a jewel . Elegant and extravagant , a stylish colour , so graceful and refined . It is poised , a lovely disparity after feeling the strain of the brighter ones . It can be strong and bright , staring you down with such ferosity and instilling fear into your hearts . Yet it can be pretty , showing off vibrancy without even trying .

Blue .

It is tranquil and calm and serene , so beautiful as a wave on it's own . It's endlessly beautiful , mesmerzing . We are all drowning in the colour , feeling ourselves being drawn into the calmness that it portrays , feeling hypnotized by it's composed and peaceful features . We bring it to being by inviting it onto the palatte and splashing it ontop of the rest of the colours , now free and gratis .

Purple .

It is mysterious , a dash of inexplicable , puzzling feeling that builds up in you . It is best with splashes and outbursts , a streak scurrying across the white sheet . It is quirky , coming in all kinds of shades . Mysterious ? Yeah it is . No one understand the colour , only feels that it is vibrant and beautiful no matter violet or lavendar .

I stop . I have painted a face , covered with a beautiful array of colours , swirling in circular motions . She's perfect , encased in perfection , coccooned in perfection , cuddled and hugged by perfection . She is perfection , living in perfection , feeling perfection . So perfect , with all the colours .

But which one are you ?

Nicole (: