Colors and images hold energy
It’s not about pleasing the masses
It's about creating art
Where your soul can speak
Like a flowing river
Don’t ignore the pull
If your soul is drawn to vibrant purple
Or storybook images
Your frequency resonates
On a deeper level
Where logic doesn’t exist
There is an urge to copy and paste
For the ego points at a neon sign
Telling you how to create
Not for you
But for others
At the expense of abandoning
The whispers of your soul
It’s easy to become trapped in the web
Known as people pleasing
But the hollow act no longer has a space to grow
In your enchanted garden