Colors swirled around Kayla, the images in her head were flowing, down through her brain, her neck, down her chest, down her shoulder, her arm, through her hand, to the tips of her fingers.
The color, music, words, all were one, all mixing together to form the sound in her mind, and she swayed to the music. But it was more than music, much more. The componants of the music seperated, and the colors swirled again, still consuming Kayla’s mind. They where all she could think about. She closed her eyes, felt the technicolor waves of sound pound through her, imagining.
Opening her eyes, all she saw was white. Blank, plain, lonely, white. It needed to be something, she thought. It needed to have something free added to it. Something unique. It needed to be expressed upon, to be changed, to be improved.
The colors of her life crept through her, the colors of love, wonder, of change and excitement.
Kayla noticed there was something between her fingers.
She raised her paintbrush, and put it to the canvas.