I have silences buried so deep within me, I weep when they blossom – Pavana
Ever felt trapped within your mind and there is no way out in sight? Well, that’s me, except, the way out usually comes out as some sort of “art”
No, I do not consider myself an artist, but the way my emotions escape me, it allows for poems, stories, paintings and sketches to come to pass.
I am just a mere path the muses wander by but never truly linger.
Plato said: “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet” I believe this is true, but it goes beyond being touched by love, sometimes we are touched by Death, happiness, peace, anguish, depression, insecurities, our blessings or by the mere sunlight, and once we have been touched, we are changed and in the process of our blessing or our struggles, poetry is born; a story is told; a canvas is filled with life; art is born.
Welcome to the worlds in my head, leave the door open, sometimes it gets weird around here.
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