Nature tells its whole story over time as we tells ours with pigments. Advertisements
My week is done when the characters in my head quit talking to me. __________
Sailing for months, I search for her truth, her story, in this sea of words. __________
Writers make ink flow, like rivers carve the landscape to tell its story.
Creativity runs through her veins and pumps the heart with art-of-life.
Write the words that let you fly and set yourself free to become the flight.
Brushes glide across canvases to paint stories as pens draft paintings
Just as rivers carve, I found my creative stream and let the words flow.