I showed you my world, and illustrated each detail with colours bright and bold. I talked about the shades of vibrant yellow, the setting sun cast upon the green leaves. And how the reflection of the blue lake, (that my eyes so often became lost in), sparkled against the white walls of my house. Until my words so delicately spun, formed into a veiled picture, that was so real to you. You convinced yourself that if you were to reach out your hand you would disturb the still wet strokes of paint.