Blank Canvas

Life is a blank canvas. Emotionless, no color. With the flick off a wrist colors explode on the barren white field. Day by day. Night by night. The beautiful painting slowly finishes. Stop and stare. Years and years pass. The vibrant blues, green and yellows slowly fade, turing into a mucky grey. The once majestic painting slowly is taken away. Being replace with another blank canvas.