Why I Started
August 15, 2013
I was lost for a while.
With not much to do until,
I put words on a canvas.
I couldn't stop there,
the fun had just started.
The world was hash and cruel.
But my canvas never was.
I could always fly away,
just as the seasons had.
With no one around this was,
my own heaven of a canvas.
I will never let it go.
My will to thrive is here.
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