January 25

She preferred to indulge in art that was therapeutic. It soothed her angst and calmed her raging emotions. Though creativity was stamped on her genes, she preferred to keep it within the transparent enclosure of her paint box. She never ventured on the road to becoming a renowned artist, she never practised the strokes on large canvases, she never beat herself to perfection. She owned tools, mediums, and colours of different sizes and textures, she knew she’d never fully use. It was different the way she felt around them… as though, she felt at home. 

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