Abandoning all


Painting is different than writing.

Although, quite the same.

Interruptions are unwelcome.  Acknowledging others as they stop to notice; yet,  oblivious to their observing.

Don’t stop. Can’t stop.

Must create.  Sweet satisfied spilling of self.

Stepping back, reading captured thought or image.

Yes, this is me.

This is as I felt.

Writing is much like painting.

A place for my soul.

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