Wednesday, April 21, 2010
the brushes are drying
Water. I need water. I need it to keep my brushes from drying. A very simple need and yet I keep forgetting to retrieve it.
My needs are so simple and yet I deny myself the treasury of life. This stops now! From now on, I live, I move on to a place where I'll be free to use or not use my talent. I will not allow anyone or anything to stand in the way of what I want, or don't want.
I took a trip in a time machine
It was the strangest place I've ever seen
No one there resembled 'green'
So I came home and recharged my batteries.
No one. No one. No one is going to stand in my way!