There's a time to dance...

The walls are a distant white today. Looking around all that sits in this mess of four is a lone ragged chair. A chair that's out of place, one might say. Another might say it adds some sort of texture to the room.

Picture color beginning to come out of this chair... reds, yellows, blues, greens. Picture those colors taking shape of animals, people, trees, flowers; life. 

There's a world out there waiting to be reached by one lone individual called by name from the most high to add color, and truth to what was once so dull.

There's a time to dance. To show the world what you have. To admit you're worth fighting for and ready for a challenge.

Are you going to fill the chair?