Painting my life

I often think about how

the painting of my life would look like

Would there be neutral shades?

Collapsing on top of each other

Repeated patterns

Trying their best to curve differently

Or will it be bright patches

Moving against the grain

Dipping in and out of lines

Trying their hardest to survive

Knowing me,

I pray to God

That my painting brings a light

that is simply

not one I can describe