Life is a work of art.Words- etched into skin,like dipping pens on parchment,exploiting crimson ink under frail paper,painting pictures of untold stories;the symphonies of emotion,hidden somewhere between heart and soul.The joys and pains of life can't be compromised to a children's picture book,but are expressed by the colourful novels within your mind,each brush stroke laid onto Life's canvas,like the eternal mark you leave on Earth after death.You hold the pencil to your future,the instrument to your dreams.You are the artist,and life is your masterpiece.
The Protagonist- DescriptionShe was of decent height; roughly five feet and a half tall, with an interesting frame. Her weight was to be considered average; Not petite, but surely not large. Her complexion wasn't shy from the average teenager's- unruly skin that always managed to be perfectly imperfect. Her untamed curls hung just above her breasts, and they captured the unique mix of auburn, chocolate, and blonde. The sun had gracefully kissed her cheeks and nose, leaving a dance of specks across her face. Her smile, if you were lucky enough to see it, was the crescent moon itself- bright and wide; a sight to behold. Her eyes were the stars. Her every emotion shone through those eyes. They were dark like the mighty evergreen, light like peridot, deep like a lagoon, even a dusty orange-yellow, like a powerful sandstorm. However, her eyes were the best when they embodied a nebula- a smokey mix of dandelion yellow, creamy green, and sky blue, all held together by the dark mass that is her pupil. Her galaxy eyes wer