Prologue

It has always been 3 things to me that held prior, amongst others. The first is God, second Family and a third, Friends.
The First is my canvas; an elegant widespread of white fabric that holds my picture of existence. The Second is my paint; colours of divine beauty that spells my existence.
The Third is that water, which blends my picture into a masterpiece called Life.

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With my colours gone grey and water spilt to the ground,
I have no picture, no beauty. And water runs to quench thirst...only.
My canvas still white and wide wanting.
I am a mess of fallen colors and unwashed waters...