Category: Free Writing
Streams of consciousness. No corrections allowed.
Clouds and brushstrokes.
A mess of colors, come together. Blend.
Dots, pulled. A mess. A hair.
A little bit different.
This pull that way, this color another way.
Up and down, spirals , in and out. Around. On the board. Crossing over.
Blue and Pink and Purple. Meshing together.
Why can’t we?
Circles and loops and forms and
The more I review, the more I see. How did I not see it?
Distance and Hindsight.
A beautiful, sunny day. Cold. Running, playing, not bending over.
Some things the same, others also the same.
Fly away little birdie.
The horizon holds the secret.