You get to see the depths of my mind as it slowly unwinds. Occasional short stories. Things about my day, or about anything I like.
Flying High on the Wings of Love
I sat at my desk and looked at the blank piece of computer paper before me. I close my eyes and see my inspiration. I begin. Knowing nothing of the experience, I let my heart do the drawing, letting it bleed with each stroke of the paper. My fingers, turn black. I blow,rub, erase and blend the charcoal together. I am happy.