That I was irrelevant,
To me and that is
All I could breathe
Or see.
And then a rain,
A life
Overturned,
And I was me again.
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I love the mixture of the poem in with the art.
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Thank you! 🤓
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Did you do the art yourself?
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Yes, I do both the visuals/art/photography 🎨 and poems on my posts.
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That’s fantastic. I’m going to check out some more. My friend does all the art for mine. I am not multitalented like that. I can stir my coffee with a paint brush and I can use a camera as a poor man’s telescope. That’s about it haha.
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I actually felt much the same (and sometimes still do >_<), and yet here I am nonetheless chugging along some makeshift creative train 🚂 tracks :p.
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Well maybe I’ll try my hand at a few other things after this year is up. Writing every day on top of work is time consuming.
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Sounds like a plan! 🙂
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