Beautiful Change

My Name Is...

"Well, in my opinion not everyone sees the world the same." - M

Friday Evening -5:50 p.m

The moment I turned the stereo on the windows of the studio started to vibrate from the blast of energy that hit them. Today wasn't one of the days that I wanted to listen to my usual sounds of nature. No, today the piece I had in my head was messy and I couldn't help but let my vibe fit the occasion.

I took up my dirty green paint brush that I left beside the stereo last week when I was in a hurry to get home. It's a good thing that the studio belongs to me. That's right, no one to answer to.

I air drummed to the beat of the music blasting and gradually started dancing my way toward my canvas. I placed both hands in the air and twisted my hips and as I brought my hands back down one fell in my hair and the other placed the brush in between my teeth. I then tied my curly hair up with my hair tie that was originally bright purple, but now had several different shades due to me coloring it with sharpy markers in class.

I tilted my head both sides looking at the creamè shaded paper but then I realized that this piece was bigger than me, literally, being 5ft and all. So I turned to the white wall in the studio and I knew this was it. I was ready to release my train of thoughts on the walls that surrounded me.

Seven Month Earlier

8:30 p.m

I had just got in and I was tired, I should have come straight home after school to finish up my homework but I had too much on my mind to just not go to the studio today and am glad I did because I was satisfied with my piece tonight.

I strolled up the drive way, and the crisp air felt as if it parched my skin as it brushed my face and other body parts that were exposed. It's January and my birthday is just a few weeks away. I've never really been a birthday kinda person so I can't say am excited, am nutural about it I guess.

"honey is that you?"

"yeah mom, why are you still up?"

"you know I don't sleep this time of the evening dear"

"oh yeah, guess I forgot"

"Now look who's getting old"

"ha ha... Have a good one, am gonna turn in"

Me and mom weren't always this good, but things changed and we're better. That story is for another day however.

I walked up the carpeted steps, taking my time as I strolled through my messages, emails and missed calls. Honestly there wasn't enough time in a day for me and I really didn't have much of a social life.

My room door was very distinct in my house, I don't think anyone could miss it. It held all my dreams and in my room just screamed peace and beauty at you the moment you enter.

I got to my room door and stood in the hallway, finally dropping my phone to my side. I looked up at my grass green door that had a huge colorful wave over-shadowed by a misty but smooth bright orangey-yellow sun.

I smiled and pulled my body of the wall that stood behind me. The moment I entered I could feel the joy welling up inside me. It was a good day at the studio and coming home to a white room that had colorful exotic paintings, plants, diy items that made my room come alive, color corrdinated book shelf, that was a mahogany red stood in the top right hand corner of the room with actually plants on top of it. My oakwood study table that stood beside it with all books stacked on primary color shelves that I pained and placed above it, my bed with an ocean patterned sheet stayed below my window in the top center of my room and the list goes on.