SLUM 94

Everything,

Everything ain’t for the club.

Not everything is made for noise;

ya know

sometimes it’s for stillness—

for the moment.

You know...

Life is ART.

And you are the artist.

You have the brush,

you control each stroke to canvas.

What are you painting?

Is it birds singing,

butterflies blooming,

an interpretation of you

breaking out of that cocoon—

because this is your season.

So, tell me—

What are you painting?

Is it bold, fearless, alive?

I hope it’s everything

you imagine your life to be:

To be free.

To be love.

To be.

You are the creator of your human design.

So, tell me—

What are you painting?