Loft Painting Therapy

Sunlight filtered through the cracked skylight of my loft, turning the dust into dancing gold. I caught myself letting a brush move as if it were a pulse of the city, each stroke a quiet confession. The ache that once swallowed me has settled into honest colors, and I feel the walls breathe a little lighter. Watching the paint dry, I remember how every mistake can become a new horizon, and that gives me a quiet joy. #arttherapy 🌿