Neverland

Ok so I felt like this needed to be posted just because everything is so amazing. I had such an amazing day today because I realized how important real talk is to me. Conversations with people and hearing people's hearts. After talking on the phone with my dearest friend for three hours, I found myself wandering downstairs where I heard a drill-like sound. I opened the back door and saw my father standing there with a black nike jacket with the sleeves rolled up close to his elbows. He was standing with a rod in his hands, pushing it gently on a spinning rounded block of wood. His earbuds were in, and as I walked out he took out his phone and paused the audio book that he was listening to. He asked me how my day was and we just started talking. He told me about why he wanted to become an Emergency Medical doctor, and he told me about how he saw me doing anything I wanted to do. He talked and talked, all the while sharing his wisdom and I realized that my father is the greatest ph

Merry Christmas, Bedford Falls! :)

You're my kryptonite that I need tonight And you always stop me dead in my tracks If I choose fight or flight, will you just hold me tight, and be my kryptonite? Will you be my kryptonite? --------------------------------------------------------------------- You take down all my defense! One kiss, I bet, would take me high into the sky or my grave I need to feel your embrace, see your face, sense your grace 'cause you know- I know you're my weakness!

Warning: sappy love stuff If you're judging, it's cause you are jealous :P  *boxes out everyone else* Emily Grey, you have no idea how much you mean to me. I constantly think about you, but my hope is that you're happy. When I make you laugh, when I make you smile- That's mission accomplished When you sent that text: "You make me the happiest girl alive" That's mission accomplished. But it restarts every time.  I want to forever make you the happiest girl alive. That's all I want.  I hope you read this and smile, because That's mission accomplished.  I don't know what I'm supposed to be one day. I don't know if I should know or not, But if you're by my side, I'm happy.  If I could look into the future, and you were there, That's mission accomplished.  I don't know if anyone still reads this at all; even you really.. But if you happen to stumble upon this, know that your Jo

I've never thought about the story of Peter walking on water to Jesus this way. The life altering moment when Peter climbed out of his boat onto the giant waves that could have just in one second brought him under and killed him is the moment when we accept Christ. It is a leap of faith, it really is. By accepting Christ, you say, although I've never physically seen a person die and go to heaven, and although there's no way for me to have physical proof that this will save me or that this is real, I believe it with my whole heart and I'm giving my life to this. It was the same thing with Peter. He had never seen anyone else walking around with Jesus on the water. He had no proof whatsoever that this would work and he wouldn't just die right then, but he took that leap of faith. As he is walking on the water, this is our Christian walk. This is where we cannot live without God. This is where we realize that we are nothing without Him and without His support we are

Honestly really missing the days when we would all hang out at the Grey's and watch a movie or play games. Emily and I hopeful that it would last forever. Grace, Hannah, Emily, Ethan, and Nick, y'all will always be my squad. Miss y'all so much. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fi 'n sylweddol yn dymuno na fyddai drama rhwygo ar wahân cyfeillgarwch. Doedd gen i ddim rhan yn -. .. -.-. -.- Ac .... .- -. -. .- .... .----. ... Perthynas ac yr wyf yn cael unrhyw ran yn -. .-. .- -.-. . a. - .... .- -. .----. ... Berthynas, ond yn dal eu bod yn torri o flaen fy a lladd fy ngrŵp ffrind mewn eiliad. Onest, roedd gan y merched yn y grŵp hwnnw unrhyw barch at y guys oedd am berthynas. Bobl sy'n derbyn gofal am ei gilydd a phobl taflu i ffwrdd. Rwy'n gwybod fy mod yn cael unrhyw fusnes yn dwlu ar pam eu bod yn torri i fyny, ond yr wyf yn dymuno nad oeddent erioed wedi gotten at ei

Lord, how can you call me to lead when I can't hold my own? And when I write that I see my flawed logic. I can never hold my own; Lord hold me up. I am a filthy sinner, and I shouldn't teach or lead, but I'm called to. I sin over and over, and when I ask for forgiveness and do it again, I'm so foolish! I know that only guilt comes, but again and again I disobey you. Lord hold me up, you are my strong tower. You are my fortress and my shield, help me to take refuge in You. Help me to abide in You, when I talk about it so much. Thank you for saving my life from eternal despair and separation from You. I don't deserve Your grace, but You want me to take it. Thank You for always welcoming me back in with open arms after I run away from You. Your love never fails, and I am your prodigal son. It must get frustrating to watch me, but in the end, I always run back to You. Thank You

I guess it's been a while since I was "depressed" And I guess that's why I'm posting on my blog... I hate using that word, because I know there are many people out there Who actually know real depression and have a good reason for it. I have everything I have the most perfect girlfriend, my dream school right in front of me, amazing friends, and the most faithful God. Izzy knows that I don't do well when I'm not around other people and I'm thinking. Since Alex moved, and Emily's busy, and Nick and I don't hang out, and Payton lives in Wylie, and seniors are busy, I don't have people to put myself around so that I can stop thinking. I just need to work. And work. And work. I say that I don't have as much school, but maybe that's why I have bad grades. But shouldn't I value my involvement in church above school? I could be studying this weekend, but I won't Shouldn't that be a good thing? Not today

And there's nobody I can talk to at 12:30 in the morning, but I need to But also, I can't afford to be tired tomorrow And I can't sleep, And I can't scream, And I can't go outside. And I might pass out tomorrow, but please this time, Can I just stay for a while? I don't want to do this presentation I don't want to take another test I don't want to work to bring up my grade I don't want to deal with people I don't want to go to the bank I want to skip to the good part But what if it's just an illusion? What if there is no good part? What if it all just seems better, but when you get to it, it sucks? Cause that's how my life has been so far. The grass is always greener on the other side, But that's because the farmer uses a ton of pesticides and chemicals So when you actually eat the grass, It ends up killing you from the inside And by that point, you jumped the fence, Your farmer hates you because you abandoned hi

And you! Who do you think you are?  What have I done to hurt your oh so precious feelings? Step up! You're no leader! You don't get it How can you think I'm in the wrong? All that I've ever done is for the group All that I've ever done is for the church And you think I'm out to get you Lose your pride  Stop jumping to conclusions and see in color Not everything is always the way you think There's reason, but you've never tried to see it You're blinded by your fake kindness You're doing nobody good You're killing the point Take responsibility if you really think you should

You aren't God This isn't a take what you can get relationship A friendship tries A friendship answers I called you faithful but you constantly ignore me  I called you faithful and you constantly put me off Everyone is busy, don't put yourself above everyone else I wait for weeks and weeks and you have not started I wait for weeks and weeks and you haven't tried But you expect me to drop everything I have for you?  Every time we talk, you act like you care so much But you will never do anything! How am I supposed to trust you? I look up to you, but how would you feel if I treated you the way you treat me? I know everyone always wants you, and you feel like everyone steals your time,  But if you're going to call me one of your closest friends,  You have to find one of those 24 hours.  I know you're in school, I know you're a busy man,  but respond to me.  You will have me over when I need you, but when I get there, I'll w

I don't know if you can see this, from where you are and I really hope I know- where you are but from where I am, it's hard to look back and say "I'm glad." I remember your love for me I think that's why I loved you so much I didn't know you too well, but you were my hero I wonder, if you were still here, would you be proud of me? Would you like my music, and my ruckus? That was one of the most devastating moments of my life... I needed you there. The look on my mother's face as I was playing in the foyer and I didn't have to guess Why did you just give up? You missed out on at least three grandchildren You'll never know The last time I saw you was at a wedding, but from that event there's now two babies Why did you just give up? I wish you would come and call me Josephito Pop-pop, are there white tigers in heaven?

Yay Emily did another one!! :)  A song you like with a color in the title:  "Red" by Taylor Swift A song you like with a number in the title:  "21 guns" by Green Day A song that reminds you of summertime:  "Dreaming June" by... Me  A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about:  "All of Me" by John Legend A song that needs to be played LOUD:  "Thnks fr th mmrs" by Fall Out Boy A song that makes you wanna dance:  "All About Us" by He is We and Owl City A song to drive to:  "Ride" by Twenty One Pilots A song that you never get tired of:  "Let The Flames Begin- Live at the Red Rocks" by Paramore A song from your preteen years:  "City On Our Knees" by TobyMac One of your favorite 80's songs: "The Final Countdown" by Europe A song you like that is a cover by another artist:  "Blank Space" by I Prevail One of your favorite classical songs:  "Mass in B Mino

"I wanna work at Men's Warehouse. So I can meet rich men."  -Chelsea Laughrun

Help me process it more... The week is almost over 

And Emily said, "I can kill them, with my shovel." COPY WHAT UP

And what did I do to deserve your love??? I have nightmares too, and I wish they were of you In mine, I'm gone, but I see everything, and I wish they were of you Because I see the awful distress and lifelessness in your eyes and that hurts way more What did I do to deserve that???  Don't be afraid Don't be afraid Don't be afraid Death cannot stop true love, it can only delay it a little while.  You think this comes around every day?  Please Never doubt me again

I wanna be your story book ending Cause your life is a fairy tale You're a creative dreamer Looking to the sky You live a tough life But do everything right And you finally meet your prince You say you dream about the possibility  But don't think it'd be reality All I wanna do is make your dreams come true You're not like the other girls In your heart you know it's the right thing But you sing softly to yourself  And he falls in love with you Your his anchor, and his wings You're what makes him sing You're his joy and delight You're the only one in his sight With you he feels like royalty But you already think he's a king He can fend off the Pirates He's got his knife And his tricks But let's be honest: And here's what he's the most thankful for You keep him safe

Youre different And I'm crazy about it

You're my favorite melody The only harmony That I wanna hear You're my favorite part of me With you standing next to me I've got nothing to fear Because- you are the music in me Hold my hand, Let's go dancing in the woods sing with me and harmonize and synchronize our steps Your soft voice keeps me dancing And your dress twirls when you spin Your eyes look up at me  And I look down at you You are the music in me 

There's this girl that I know. Sometimes she just stares off into the distance and I just look at those sad beautiful eyes. Sometimes she notices and looks at me and smiles and goes, "what?" and other times she just keeps staring. I always wonder what she's thinking about in that complex mind of hers. I always take these moments to study her face. Like it's the last time I'll ever see her. Or the first. She always complains that a cow licked her hair or something, but I don't ever know what she's talking about. It always falls off perfectly to the right side of her face, looking from her eyes. I've spent so much time just staring at that scene that I know it front and back. It's like I've binge watched her face, but it never bores me. It's always amazing. She's always deep in thought and what I would give just to see what she's thinking about. She always says, "nothing!" but I know she spends a lot of time 'process

By the way, I finally have a song that goes to that cool guitar tune I made up a long time ago! :) I tried recording a sample but I had a coughing fit in the middle of it and... well it adds character.

I can't remember the days That I woke up carefree I was excited for the day Like everyday was a dream I didn't have no deadlines I didn't have no chores I was happy for hours Just sitting on the floor I had a Lego junkyard And a whole city too No homework was waiting No duty to attend to I woke up happy When the sun first rose And if you heard me singing I mean, who knows? Oh, carefree I can't remember the time That they weren't in my life That they weren't by my side Little brothers I think back to North Carolina When I was just toddling And for some reason I see Their stroller I woke up in the morning With not a care in my heart For when the day's gonna start Carefree, oh My older brother going to University And I'm here with me Dreaming- carefree My tests are tomorrow And I've been studying Oh what I'd give to be Carefree

If you ever need to make anything out of duct tape, let me know. I'm kind of the master

Ok, here is my official stance on Team Cap vs. Team Iron Man. If you wanna try to change my mind, text me. Basically, I'm gonna talk about Captain America and the sole members of his group, and Iron Man and the sole members of his, and not like the new guys who didn't really have an opinion. Then I will form my ideal team, which yes is mainly team Iron Man. Captain America is selfish. He doesn't care who he hurts to save his dangerous friend. Bucky knows that he can't control himself, he should have put limitations on himself a long time ago. Iron Man knows that and just as precautions limits the Avengers by signing. Running from the law is not noble!! Let me just put that out there. All of Team Cap are criminals! And not even for a noble purpose. It's because they don't wanna have rules and they don't want mommy and daddy telling them what they can't do. They're caught up in their power. And it's not like the rest of Team Cap joined because

I'm running a social experiment to see if anyone has the capability of texting back

There's situations that happen Events that exist Memories made I guess in a different dimension These stolen moments Happen every once in a while How you picture how something Is supposed to go And something runs up to you, Punches you in the crotch, Unties your shoe, And ruins the moment.  But the event still exists Deep in your thoughts. You can see what happens, but It doesn't Stolen It can't come back You missed it And you could do nothing about it It's still there, But in the wrong person's mind I can replay what was supposed to happen for someone Over and over and over And it won't make me happy It was supposed to be in theirs So they could always think back and remember But no That privilege was stolen The scenario can never be recreated You missed it And there is Nothing You Can Do

Happy birthday, Grace!!! 

My name is Joseph. I'm posting this so that the next time Emily looks on my blog, she won't be utterly disappointed at the fact that I haven't posted ONCE AGAIN.  So here is a post for the sake of her not having her heart sink just this once, so that she is happy.  Even though she is the one who wrote this, so technically it doesn't count.  But whatever.

Not that worried. He'll do fine. Not too far, he's comfortable there. I'll go see games, he'll come home semi-often. He'll be busy, I'll be too. I'll be drumming, I might get him a kazoo. I'll get my space, he'll get his. I'll pray for him, he'll pray for me, I'll be a senior, he'll be an Aggie.

300 million little U.S.A's

"I know it's lame, but it's a way to get into Nashville and the recording scene haha"  ... -_- I guess with the high aspirations I have, the difference between us is that his are higher. He wants to do something so he does it. If he needs help he finds it. Then next time, he knows a guy. He knows what he wants so he puts his work into it. He's not split-minded. He doesn't keep a "safe spot" because of his confidence in the risk. It's faith. Shoot for the stars, bro.

Emosaurus uses protect The World uses reversal  Emosaurus protected itself! Emosaurus is hurt by poison

Emily nominated me for this thingy thing! So I have to answer these questions and then tell 11 things about myself and then nominate somebody else. It will be a test to see if they actually read this lol What is your favorite movie, and why?  I have thought about this for about half an hour now and I am deciding on Megamind with Forest Gump as second place. I can say Megamind is my favorite because of the amount of times I have seen it and the fact that I've practically memorized it. It makes me laugh every time despite me seeing it like 30 times. So yeah. I also like his redemption and kind of the finding destiny theme. EDIT: after watching the Princess Bride, a new movie has been added to the considered list.  Apple or Android? Apple or android??? Who do you think I am? If you saw me with an android I would be dressed as Christopher Walken singing Meagen Trainor.  If you could pick one actor to play you in a movie about your life, who would it be?  I like this one. I wanna say Id

Yeah I know we're all sinners And ditches ;)  But "perfect" is a relative term It just means that you're like a well Purpose If God dug our ditches, You're the only one giving back water All you've got

You knew it was coming lol Your favorite song: Let the Flames Begin - Live at the Red Rocks by Paramore Your least favorite song:  Adventure of a Lifetime by Coldplay   A song that makes you happy: Only King Forever by Elevation Worship A song that makes you sad:  Slice by Five for Fighting A song that reminds you of someone: Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton   A song that reminds you of somewhere:  Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's  A song that reminds you of a certain event:  The Lost Get Found by Britt Nicole A song that you know all the words to: Dum Dum by Tedashii A song that you can dance to:  Plant Life by Owl City A song that makes you fall asleep:  Monty Python and the Holy Grail Ending Credits song A song from your favorite band:  Guns for Hands by Twenty One Pilots A song from a band you hate:  With or Without You by U2 A song that no one would expect you to love:  7 Years Old by Lukas Graham  A song that describes you:  No Longer Slaves by

I guess slowly, You can start to see revival

Two, three Let's move forward Your story's just begun Keep counting up one, two, three one, two, three rock step I'm sorry for everything that sucks A lot of things suck Take your momentum And keep counting up one, two, three one, two, three rock step I drum a bunch, but use a stethoscope It's my favorite beat that's my favorite beat one, two, three one, two, three rock step

This week kind of seems pointless. Mostly because at the end of the week, (instead of co-op!!) I'll be watching my cousin accomplish the greatest day of her whole life. No tests, no quizzes, one homework assignment, and no care. No patience. Skip Monday, skip Tuesday till 6, skip Wednesday till 4, skip Thursday, please

I don't understand the way you dance around life. So graceful; you're so graceful. But sometimes you stoop down and I'm on the edge of my seat, Trying to find some way to bring you back up, And suddenly you shoot up and you spin And I'm speechless. You always maintain a steady pace; And you are always balanced. Sometimes you have to use your arms to keep it, But it never leaves you. And when everyone else is tripping over themselves- You give off a clinic. We've never quite understood how to stand up, But you can keep a stack of books hovering above you. Maybe we do understand, like you said, But you are the only one around brave enough to take those steps. I don't understand you; Not one bit. But I like what I see, And I like what I know. And I need balance in my life, Teach me how to dance.

A girl wheres a pear of read genes daily She doesn't quite no what they mean But she believes She wheres a read hoodie and covers her head And vans despight what they sead Her obligation was not conscious It was Subconscious But it worked out with her scab She was a clum seed girl She often fell And her scab would open back up It was mid on her arm And the blood fell to her hand And like the deltah of a streem The fingers and in between But nobody sawl it because of her mittens They kept her hands warm And her feat bleed because of the nails She has a habit of standing on// But her Oklahoma socks.. Nobody sees her bleed Underneath She hates the pane but she says she ignores And sooner or later, she will die from loss of blood

For some reason all my posts have like an automatic comment on them that's like the post or a link to it or something and I don't understand... If anyone knows how to get rid of that, let me know. It's irritating. I always see "one comment" and I'm like oh my gosh yay someone loves me oh wait no

It's funny how sometimes you'll take your own advice I said to be patient, let him do what he thinks is wise She said that she's learning that love is a sacrifice And yet I choose to roll those exact dice- Yes, love is strange, love is wild, and it's curious

This is getting a little sneaky and spooky for Jim

I guess I realize how much of an introvert I can be... I never really think about it, but being around people really stresses me out. I'm sorry if I seemed upset at you, that wasn't my intention. I guess the mass of the people around me and the loud music was driving me insane. It got to the point where I wanted to go inside, but I acted like I was just walking by when somebody tried to open the door for me. Human interaction... Thanks for being different. You're not loud and rowdy. You're a soft smile. A warm voice. You aren't the weight of the world pulling on me. You're the strength of a hundred worlds holding me up. --------- Music does this thing... I guess I get in a mindset where I know I understand it. I never thought it was me, but it must be, judging from the way that people respond to me when I talk about it. Like people get super defensive. I've heard the term, "Don't tell me how to play my instrument." I've heard i

I tried to wear a scarf today, but everyone thought I looked gay, so... yeah. It sort of hurt my feelings, so I put away the scarf.

I would say to someone who practices teenage smoking or an addiction to pot or homosexuality or theft that it is a sin and as long as they continue to live in it and not strive to quit, they are living a life of sin with separation from the glory of God. But what hypocrisy. Is that not the same as lying? And how often do we lie to one another? How vast is the Father's grace? I am no better at all. I'm on the billboard for the broken! I sin left and right and though I recognize the sin, there is no friction. I know the Lord is my refuge and my shield. We are too weak. We cannot fight; not one of us. So we fall on Him who sin flees from. How hard is it to let go and fall on something better and stronger than us? How hard is it?? Because I can't seem to do it when I'm alone. God be praised, for His steadfast love endures forever. The unconditional love of the Father has saved me from my brokenness! I am no longer a slave to fear; for I am a child of God! 

It's not a race "Ego or leg?" he said. I mumbled, "I don't think anything broke But I sure hit my head." I lie there with my helmet downhill My eyes are clenched tight I muster the energy to sit up "Thank you, you're good" with my thumb upright He drops my skis, goggles, and poles And I lay back down; Not a part of me cold. "Ego," I say, wedging my downhill ski I unzip my jacket And get ready to leave My vision's all blurry And my eyes are stinging The mountain is quiet Not one human being. So I lay back down Just one more time. I yell as loud as I can And straighten my spine. I stand up with my poles and goggles in hand Because if I put them on my eyes It will hurt like breathing sand. So with wide turns and my right arm Over my face I find my way down It's not a race

I'm sitting on a sofa bed I have all to myself. I look up and there's four guys on the second story of our room. They're tossing the football from bottom to top, and top to bottom. And I have my computer open and my headphones in. "Just a day, just an ordinary day." I have five left on my countdown. "Fob Watch" I read for the ninth time. I have a crush on this girl back home And I can't wait to go back and see her.

You're like gatorade during a marathon It's so hard out there, so freaking hard sometimes And then you just calm me down, make me smile, remind me of the concept of peace, and make me feel ready to go back out there and give it my all, so that when I'm done I can come back to you. :)

The curls in her hair and the gleam in her eyes makes her glow like an angel who couldn't find her disguise. Her voice is a lake with water as still as the stars and when she giggles it ripples from a gentle breeze afar. Her smile is genuine and not to mention contagious! If she tries to make me the happiest guy alive she's darn always efficacious. The stare is irresistible; it's like the addicting smell of taffy. The reason I'm so hyper now: the sight of her is caffeine! Overwhelmed with joy, content beyond measure; I can celebrate my riches because, Darling, you're my treasure

Yeah It's all changing It's all in my mind For some reason I can't Stop speeding through time I used to say growing Brought wrinkles and death But now I see it as Don't be dumb, don't have debt And I take pride in my intelligence! I'm always ready for a challenge And now I crave it Why do I crave it? Why can't I wait? Touring universities Talking about jobs Driving the highway Conversations about commitment Could you live that far away from her? When you get... married Where will y'all live? What about schooling? Money? Yeah. It's all changing We all have to grow up. Whether we like it or not, So why not take it with a smile And try to be ready? Don't lose control, Joseph. You're not in college yet. You don't have a job yet. You aren't married yet. My name is Peter Pan.  I am a junior in highschool.  I'm sorry

Upsides to longer hair: -I think it's cool -Looks better with hats -I can shake it when it's wet -It's like a head sweater Downsides to longer hair: -Nobody else thinks it's cool -People say I look like Kylos Ren and Andy Samberg...

... So we'll swing and we'll swing And I'll carry you around And your dress will look beautiful  And we'll sway to the sound  Your hair short and curled  And mine who knows where And my shoes all shiny And yours way over there But you spin and come back And we take a step left And the wood floor is glowing With the magic in our step And your eyes are lit up And I can't help but grin Because I think of all the unlucky fools in the gym! ...

"Like the moon we Borrow our light I am nothing but a shadow  In the night Like the moon we Borrow our light So let your glory and mercy Shine" Hayley Williams 

The subconcious can be a terrible thing It searches your minds for the deepest of dreams It searches for all your very best wishes And grants you them no matter how ficticious It also finds the scariest fears The ones that you hear and just scream with plugged ears It can sometimes show you what you want to see And other times what you dread after your prayers and pleas When you wake up you wish you'd never fallen asleep But after hours of crying, you realize sleep your mind keeps People come and ask if alright You need no attention so you reply positively than sigh You wish that you could answer truthfully And you remember your dream of cruelity You continue to move on and think your ok Life gets hard when you continue this way Keeping others out to live in the dark Was one of the worse things in my life I can mark I see that your friends, your sister is there To comfort you every time that you're scared Please I'd wish you'd soon sleep better I as

Stop expecting Cause I'll disappoint you Stop asking I'll forget Stop wanting I'm not trustworthy  This no good sloppiness Is all you're gonna get  I hear them screaming in my head Time and time again SHOT Turn and look SHOT Running to it SHOT Turn around Don't hang my head? Don't hang my head.  Don't hang my head.  WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOURE HANGING ME BY THE HEAD that's ok I think I'll stay here I'll stay right here I'll sit down just so I can hear You sound like a horse that barfed a crap ton of beer I'll stay here It's uncomfortable  My hands searching My eyes racing My heart... Beating  And meanwhile we are being defeated Pushed down and knocked out We're taking the beating We're losing the race They search, shoot, and destroy He's looking at me He's looking at me He's not He's busy Stop expecting I'll disappoint you

This old journal sits in my attic It's worn and the pages are a thick off-white paper The top right corner of the cover is a little rounded from wear The spirals that hold the pages are crooked The cover is green It's a dark forest green, just like the one you like And the writing is like my feather Now back to the attic; There's a medium sized window separated in the middle It faces the front of the house: east The shades that cover the window are slanted down So that the light of the moon shines down On the little stool That the journal rests upon And the sun never shows it any color Except the most brilliant orange Like when you write in yours And you're just about to hit publish So this book has stored up all of this moon light And the brilliant orange sunrise light And it saved it in the pages And like a dry watercolor painting That you rest a wet brush on The color bursts through it And it comes alive Every time you open the pages But it