Ilrell

I am the Pallet I am the Artists tool to create the idea Planted within the mind I am ready at any instant the idea comes in any shape or form. I am there to recieve the signal to obtain the right colors The right brushes The right materials to Produce any quality in Art. Though you can also say that I am the mind to chose such objects but I am not only the keeper or holder of paint and brushes I am the space needed to create More ideas from the later by mixing the paints and make vibrant colors constantly helping the mind seeing creativity in every plan. i am always Refilled and emptied from paint and ideas I am then w

Daylight turns drowsey, and the clouds my shelter. Its a quite place at times when no one is around to enjoy it. Not only I however; Others Thrive out here to live, I thrive out here seeking reserection of my soul, Nourishment. The glen remebers me and I remember the times I came out here, both presnt and past. The others frolic, and collect from to glen to survive the winter yet to come. I know it comes from the yellow orange tinge to the leaves, gleaming in the sunlight as they fall downward. The willow creek's and groan's as  another branch falls to regrow past the winter snow. The crow calls to the setting sun from behind. and the crice

Make me move Make me dance and Fall away out of this world People get the creeps when You Dance like that people wonder how they don't understand its only by the music and your soul its what my soul live and survives on Adrenalen beats faster and faster, Makeing me Not breath i get carried away i fall yet love the sensation, I fall not on the floor, But in a bottomless blackness, unmoveing, and i float, Not on earth, But in Dreams Dream away Mortals yet you'll never know the experience, not if you don't understand. Only your soul can bring it to you by doing what your soul loves to do over and over, even if it causes yo