When I color, I don’t have a vision of what it should look like. When I color, I color with an open mind to free my mind of deep negative thoughts, to keep the thought of being alone off my mind, the thoughts of suicide off my mind. There is no right or wrong. All I have is coloring in my life. I hope it’s liked and shared.
I was 17 when I came to prison. I’m now 45.
Peace & love to all.
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