Ink on a page,
written word or sketched artwork I pour myself out on blank canvas.
My wounds heal as my creativity thrives.
Lost in the repose of running and yoga,
Life begins to simplify........
I loose the feel of the magnet pulling me inward and down....
written word or sketched artwork I pour myself out on blank canvas.
My wounds heal as my creativity thrives.
Lost in the repose of running and yoga,
Life begins to simplify........
I loose the feel of the magnet pulling me inward and down....
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