Life is full of colour, a colourful tapestry.
And you would like to paint existence in all its hues, myriad colours.
Cheerful. Riotous. Melancholy. Reflective.

But than what are you waiting for?
I am your canvass. Your Creation. So Begin.
Paint me the way you want.

And when you begin to paint you will use lots of colours, wild bold stokes.
For you’ll have so much to say.
And when you step back to reflect you may find it a tad confusing, crammed.
For you may have tried to say everything, all together.

But then you can remove a few layers of paint and begin all over again.and again and again.
And perhaps each time the colours may reduce, strokes smoother, pallet more pleasing.
And then you scarp it clean and start all over again.

Till you can say all that you want with fewer colours, fewer strokes.

And then perhaps after scraping, cleaning you might leave the Canvas Blank.
Absolutely Blank.
In all its pristine original glory.
Back to square one?
Back to the Beginning?

Till you begin all over again, maybe?
The End. The Beginning. The Canvass.