I was a mere quill sifting through the wind all against my will.Someone passed by and threw a glance…Picked me up all by chance. Chiselled and ready to strike onI was put to task from dusk till dawn.Words started to flow and pages got filled…Stories took form and characters got build.#artjournaldailydailyartjournalartandpoetrywritinginmyjournal Someone got the light but none shown on me…Wonder why that bird let me free.
They tried to bury us, they didn't know we were seeds…~ Mexican Proverb
Sometimes I am left wondering what is it that my heart desires…What is it that my mind conspires…Why is there a constant want…What is it that I want to flaunt… Breathe Easy…
A silent prayer in my journal today…
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Intuitive painting…a wip
Hope to complete it soon!