Paint me with the colours of my soul, I am not this skin. I am the soul that lives within. As colourful as the rainbow with the calm of the blue Greece oceans which are only a reflection of the the sky I am told. Higher above this sky I beleive therein lies the Heavens, where my Omnipresent Maker sits on His throne. Paint me with the colours of my soul I said, these ought to be rare colours for I am the epitome of rare. Love me, hate me or feel nothing at all towards me but honey my existance will not go unnoticed.
