There are those special colors that can only be heard, splashing their many shades with a few simple words. They dive into the heart and paint a portrait grand, for peace, love, and hope born in the soul of man. Tragic are the deaf ears and blind eyes can never see what it is we were truly meant to be. Let us touch this whispered breath, wrap our soul around these thoughts, and finally obtain the freedom we have sought. J. Freeman Colors, Beautiful, Art, Impressionist Painting, The Cities, Oil Painting, Photography, Rainy Days, Cities Lights
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(Open RP) The rain pours and pours. It hasn't stopped for days and this is no exception. I see a red headed girl under a black umbrella, she is looking down and she seem sad. I stare at her through the crowd of people and I realize the city is bustling around me. "Excuse me!!" Someone shouts in my ear. I quickly turn around and accidentally trip over someone or something, and I land in someone's arms. I look up,"I'm so sorry!" I say (can someone be the girl he runs into? Please?)
She asks me if she's falling, if I think she's going to die. I tell her, no not really, just keep your head up, try. But then it hits me all at once, swimming's for the others. My dearest friend, she needs to stay, so high above the waters. I've let her down, what treason's this?. For falling in's not wrong....but there are times when it's an ought, when it is the right season.
a walk in the rain with my love, like everybody we had sunny & rainy days. Makes us gratefull and stronger. Rain is not always bad, it can wash things way