Paint Me Back To Life by Eliza Bratt (Junior)

She’s different now. 
I used to see her in chaos
The bustle of people on the street
The laugh of a child in the theater
The bark of a dog in a winter park
The hum of a car outside my window. 
Now I find her in silence 
In every frostbitten morning
In every sunrise of an autumn morn
In every second of quiet peace
In every blissfully calm moment
In every evening as the mountains hide the sun
In every night as the moon rises into the expansive blackness
There I find her
Radiant in her white, enchanting glow
Her eyes fixed on me 
As mine on her
She smiles, and I feel a warmth 
I am light, and she is the calming darkness
I am blue, she is streaks of sunset orange 
I am fading, she is painting me back to existence. 
Back to Life.

Biography: I’ve always been inspired by the world around me: by the beauty in a simple sunset, the power in a rainstorm, the ethereal wonder in a perfect view. I aim to capture the beauty of the world in the few ways I know how. I’m inspired by the wonderful people around me and their own works of art. The way they weave words together or blend colors on paper is incredible, and it pushes me to do better in every aspect of my life. I’m inspired by the simple power symbolism has, and the dual meanings it often produces, because life is all about duality and grey space. I am often enamored with that grey space, that strange middle ground between all we know and all we don’t, and I hope someday my work can reflect the mutual simplicity and complexity that is the grey space in life.