The Colors of a Clear Flower
She sits there, the artist at her station, waiting for the picture to guide her hand across its outline.The colors swirl towards the canvas as if a rainbow was hugging a sweet summer's breeze. The voice of the winds speaking the words of the boy on the canvas. "You are the most delicate flower I have ever laid eyes on. Light shines through you and reflects the true beautiful colors of everyone you meet, yet you are so clear to me, as if I could see through you into myself." The boy said this from his heart, wishing his love upon this flower. All the while staring into a reflection of his darkest parts, hoping that by all costs the delicate flower should never be corrupted by the sight of his darkest demons inside.