Sadness and Realization
Hearing the ink melt into the paper
Avoiding the stains,
so as not to bleed into the next thoughts.
Hands shaking and condensing storms
Encircle the air around the painted clouds on the ceiling.
Happiness, just two doors down from yesterday
when tears were a memory.
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I enjoy many forms of art and designing new things with the creation God has given us. I especially love the insight and unique art of poetry and its many ways of affecting an audience, I also love making people smile =)
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