It's so breathtakingly beautiful. Everything is so extravagant and it's like someone took all their feelings wrung them out and used them for paint. They stripped a piece right from the edge of the universe for their canvas. They took a portion of their soul and mixed it with the paint. Every thoughts and feelings anyone has ever had or will have seems to be woven into every piece of artwork. The secrets intrigue me, I want to whisper to it and let it tell me all of its secrets, and so I may close my eyes and disappear into the artwork of all the intertwined feelings made of paint. I know I have been struck by oblivion every day since the first time I opened my eyes. On my death bed I will still be oblivious to so much, but all I wish to know is the secrets whispered between the paintbrush and the canvas. The murmurs of the paint to the can. The words spoken between the artist and their heart. I do not wish to be the fairest or to know all that has been. I wish to hear the beautiful words the canvas keeps hidden away from our sensitive ears, I wish to know the feelings the colors are made of and to hear the words of indefinite chaos of colors that have been smashed together into a canvas to make the beauty and elegance of art. The feelings poured into the very fiber of the canvas is beauty itself, a different kind of beauty, a beauty where it makes you think about the universe itself, beauty that makes you feel like you’re here and sane while at the same time it makes you question your existence and it drives you insane. Beauty that makes you want to curse at the sky but kiss the clouds. The way the paint flows up off the canvas, as it swirls and flips around the room, only to wrap around people's hearts and squeeze them tight, it makes me wonder in awe what art's secrets could possibly be. I wish for warm breath to tickle my ear as art leans closer to confide in me the secrets of its significant beauty in this universe, as the secrets drift through the air from art's mouth they flow into a container made of the most empowering elegance. Every syllable art has spoken flows through me, it fades away the hidden scars and the pain I’ve tucked away. Art's sighs and small breaths twirl around the very essence of who I am, like silk ribbons, as they began to fix what others have broken with their negligence, I let the secrets lay down their heads in my heart to rest, as my heart sews shut around them, as the last secret falls from art's lips a brush dips into the container coating itself in the words that art had quietly whispered into my ear, the brush emerges the color of pure and absolute beauty. I feel the brush softly stroking over its new canvas, my soul, carefully painting over the blemishes left by life and slowly seeping into the voids inside my soul, fixing the loneliness that had once destroyed me. I become one with the hidden secrets of beauty that have been painted onto the canvas of the universe and it's the loveliest most breathtaking feeling.