Blank Canvas

You would never be able to paint her. She's a picture of thousand birds soaring and dancing through the evening sky, a picture of freedom. She's a picture of black and white and yet a picture of a colorful rainbow you wish to see after a heavy rain. She's a picture of thousand shining stars on the night sky. A picture of light and gold. She's a picture of green forest you'd have no problem getting lost in. A picture of deep blue ocean where you'd like to drown yourself in. A picture of perfection.

She's an art, and like other arts, not everyone can understand her. She's an art with so many hidden meanings.

And yet, she's also a white blank canvas, waiting for someone to paint her smile. Waiting for someone to unwhite the canvas. Waiting for someone to put emotions on her.