i am not an artist br i am not interested either br but i am painting br since i got senses br br i don't have canvasses br neither do oil dipped brushes br i have only my dreams br with open eyes towards this world br br i have never seen br what i am painting br the only clue i got br it's her presence that i always felt br br like her absence br that i always repent br a different kind of warmth br i have found savin' me in this cold world br br don't know why? br it seems to appearing br on a window next lane br yes the one with clear glass pane br br baby pink color top br tickeled with her blessed smile br and all her hair' br like caring the soothing face from scorch br br i painted every mood br on that window br in almost every season br with my dreams, so obvious br br it's almost complete now br i just wanna' give a name br what should i call my painting br dream, love, attraction, heart, all looks unreal br br i called it breath br cause' i have forgot to breathe br long since i have painted it br tomorrow it is going to gallery for presentation br br see! i painted it br and someone will appreciate br and for some dollars br my breath will go.....