It captivates me. Its innocence, its purity. Nothing has scarred it, nothing has left its mark. There is no pain, no happiness, no past with regret. The only thing that exists is the future. What will it be? Who will it inspire? Where will it go? The light shines on it, casting no shadow. Its illuminating appearance beckons me, it draws me in. The world goes quiet. My mind goes blank. Closing my eyes, I begin to feel it. Red appears. Then blue. Purple, green, and yellow join in. The colors swirl together, dancing with each other, seducing my mind. So inviting, so tempting, I enter its world. The world where no past haunts me, where no future burdens plague me. My mind a fertile garden, and the dancing colors are my seed. Opening my eyes, I see it again. In all its immaculate beauty, it entices me.
The canvas is my forgiveness. The canvas is my second chance.
