My passion is to paint an indescribable picture without a paintbrush
To create a literary masterpiece framed like fine art in your mind.
To weave a beautiful blanket of words that make you feel
That feeling of warm fuzzies deep inside your soul
To cause question to perceptions of the world
Like a toddler with an endless curiosity
Long after these words have been soaked into these four corners.
My passion is to show even when there is no light
There is still a glimmer of inspiration
Tangled in these poetic conversations like vines on a house
My words are the elements of art
Every line is a bright new color complimenting the others
My passion is to paint an indescribable picture