mess – Secret Thoughts Within

Disarray

Mess it’s all a messMy brain, my penthey’re all a messof thoughts, of words, of fears Exhaustion steals the wordsand s h r e d sthem into frustrationleaving me with fragments of wonder and pain It’ll be okay I’m sure it’ll be okay I’ll manage to piece [ t o g e t h e r ]some art while I’m still in disarray

Space

spaceblank and ready for errors and experimentation a wicked smile delight eruptsit’s time to play pretend do whatever I want make a messover the edges without a care rebellion on the page from the mutiny in my hand I’m in control of this chaos spacefreedom space with no worriesno caresnothing to erase Dear creativity, I love you so.