Can't stop to dream. Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Hey, I was looking at the sky
as all beasts do
and what I looked this time, all I aw was you.
Imagine someones attempt, mimick this beaty,
but it would always be one step a head.
Your stoke records its path.
Predicting his future.
All of your future, you see within her.

No matter how fast I paint,
beauty's always one step ahead.