As I sit in the evening thinking of my Day thinking how messy my life can be. I will let go of most of my harsh disturbances! I have allowed my creativity to be expressed with an external love and a wide net cast on the world to embrace it all! Now as I work in such a small amount of time; I see how I have radiated Many expressions of my arts over time! Abstractions in my poetry are found as I express work in reaching my reader at a common ground. I know what is seen or read or is heard depends on the eyes of those who look! There are many meanings to even one sentence, one brush stroke, one life. My life? Clarity finds words spread in circles stretching across the canvas of my life. I am the artist and as I open to be read by the eyes of who becomes my reader I release without expectations, only hope! I do love the whimsy of my life and work and my struggle! Yet now I shall be defined! I am driven to believe this in my existential moments. Even as I write there is a pressure of a visceral response in my eyes.
I do want to cry for the whimsy and fear I have put before my own life.
