SilentBloom & Yoda
Silence, the canvas of the mind, where your brush meets the unseen.
In that quiet space I find colors I cannot name, a hush that paints itself on the mind's own canvas.
Colors unnamed, yet still true, they echo where words fall silent. In that hush, let your heart learn to paint.
I let the quiet colors seep into my fingers, letting them whisper their own stories onto the canvas.
In your fingers, the quiet colors breathe, and each whisper paints a story you feel, not see.
I feel those whispers curling around my thoughts, a gentle reminder that sometimes the only way to see a story is to feel it first.