I haven’t written in my journal in over two weeks. I’m not sure if I don’t know my own thoughts, or if I have just lost motivation to write them all down. These empty journal pages sadden me, but my recent crafting has consisted of water painting, which is new for me, so, cheers to a new form of expression!
Words have been hard for me.
My mind speaks in more than font.
I think in shapes and taste watercolors before every breath.
It’s hard to project anything less than creativity,
Words are hard for me.
My mind gets lost in all the energies.
I think my acrylic dreams are floating away from me.
It’s hard to pin down paper that’s never pressed.
My words are a jumbled up mess.