our souls are like a body that we mould every moment, so many hands helping, changing, sometimes enhancing, distorting.. and we work with those lines, shaping ourselves into this 'being'.. beautiful or ugly not the word for it.. just a unique creation, untutored.. following no norms..no style... uncoached.. except the 'choices' to continue with the distortions or improve on them.. brush strokes that cannot be erased..colors that each fills his own.. hues so many..merging into that one person.. till saturated he slips into another dimension. another mould.. clear sheet fresh start.. sketching an outline... familiar hues that we need to recollect.. hues we need to discover yet..
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