Streaming down
Slowly
Running wild
I can’t hold back, why can’t I
If I could, would I
I’ll turn my back on me
Pretending its ok
Leaning back, waiting for it to pass
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I paint my feelings and I paint the way I imagine my body could hold itself when I feel The Way I do. I have days when my feelings just don’t seem right, days when I understand that I cannot really be true with how I feel. Those days, I still paint, with the same passion. When I am done, I cut the Canvas into Pieces and throw them away. My feelings are my compass in this world. My paintings are each one a treasure map to my heart.
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