The summer has been my own art intensive. Hours lavishing in obscure, dark music with pianos and female voices. Cha-cha-cha the sound of my pen scratching paper. Art books under my desk at work. Yellow lamplight spilled across wood floors covered in sketches. Anguish over blank pages. The trash bin fills up with imaginary people and places, each of them have a bit of me in them. Candles lit every morning to set the mood and prevent distractions. Absorbed. I just wanted to be left alone to write stories and draw my characters. I had to prove to myself that I could still write so I threw myself into that creative abyss.
Petals

Lovely poems.
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Aww thank you so much!
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Beautiful imagery
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Thank you! 💛
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I love the hair in that last photo
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Awww thank youu!!! I don’t want to say this but I will (it’s funny) but I think it reminds me of toothpaste. 😂 lol
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Hahaha I see it a little now
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Awesome Post
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Thanks so much!
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I love the creativity flowing out of this post!
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Thanks Aly!! ❤️❤️
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An artist and a poet…awesome!
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awe thank you! Glad you could be here.
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Yikes. I have so much to catch up on. I’m going to read your stuff devoutly now. I like that you threw yourself into a creative abyss.
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This comment means the world, im so happy you’re here. thank you poetry is helping me so much rn.
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You’re very welcome.
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