Each evening, there’s a painted sky.

There’s a person plastering color all over our bright ceiling.

I don’t know who it is, I think it changes, but each day it happens, and there’s a difference in the world.

I wanna be that person.

I wanna be the person who makes change in the world where one day someone else doesn’t.
I wanna dye the sky with a beautiful coruscation.

I wanna brighten someone else’s life when they see their sky as a somber blue.

I want to balance those aggressive reds with the energy of the bright yellows and the soothing greens.

I wanna allow people to relax by showing them the slumbersome purples.

I want to inspire people with deep oranges that glimmer in their eyes.

I want to change the world.

I want to paint the sky