painting painting painting

the colors blend together like the thoughts within, how to make them out, what do they mean, what shape to they go, flow, and run. the blends come together like they were meant to be, no rhyme or reason it just flows. rules? no rules, just fun to give one permission to be a kid, playing with more paint on me then on the paper ha ha ha, a sign im in my zone playing in the paints of life.

the paints of life could be like the thoughts of life, flowing with no rules, just fun, given permission with to play. how life should be. play play play! no rules, only fun