Fear comes in various forms of self-expression.
Never censored. Always provoking. Leaving an impression.
You paint a story to directly enact desire in oneself. An attempt to influence opinion or take up preventive or direct action. To achieve a particular objective, and involve the use of pressure. Fear is your persuasion. Sometimes the answer.
Depending how you interpetate. You may hide, run or fall. The colors make sense of it all.
Encouraged when you are blue, in need of gold, or times of gray.
One characteristic over another. Creating a very unique but sometimes dark color.
A visual expression of objection, by words, to particular events, and situations. As like graffiti that can take many different forms so does your fears and so does your actions.
Never just black and white, your individual mark and story. Deep inside our very soul making their own opinions.
From your ancestors before you. Heard like shouts. Your thoughts are “out and about.”
There like spray painted on that wall, says a statement. “like you, your words won’t fall.”
Don’t seek out for safety. Step back. See, to be mesmerized it is you chasing colors on that wall.
I’m the artist to this canvas.
This is what makes us who we are.
My thoughts used to be vivid.
Disappear into the dark.
I’m left with fear.
Don’t look back.
Act like if I was never here.
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