That's How I Feel

Acrylic paint in art journal.

Acrylic paint in art journal.

Do you know that feeling when everything inside you wants to write about your experience--
about how you are truly feeling--
about the fears and joys themselves--
on how they twist, twirl, and dance around you
like little fairies from some wild sherbet colored dream?

That's how I feel.

My words keep failing me.
Sentences feel like prison cells.
Paragraphs--pins and needles.

So instead I just pick up the brush.
I open my art journal.
I paint.

And everything comes spilling out of me
In colors mixed with release.
Through time bound consciousness
And in infinite ways of being.