As I am looking through my poetry that I have written over the years, I see a pattern emerging. When all is well within the confines of my little world, I am able to write about anything that comes to mind, and drew images as well. If I had an issue in the love department, that came out in poem, but no visual pictures. Those times I was stressed beyond imagination, nothing comes to me. My creative mind just simply shuts down and waits for the chaos to move on. This also goes for my photography.
Hopefully when the smoke clears, I can start doing what I love most about myself - being creative on paper and behind the camera.
(Damn I need some peace and solace.)
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