I so desperately love a blank sheet of paper. Calling to me in the night, calling for release. To look at it's blank soul, transforming it into an outpouring of my own. The pens and pencils sleep until their master stirs their awakening. Making each one dance across the page. Running and crawling across the page. Combining thoughts and ideas into a written page worthy of someone's eyes. I hear the paper's song so very faint on the breeze..."At last...my love has come along. My lonely days are over."
ABOUT ME
- COFFEE & MORPHINE
- Married and Purr-baby: Baby Brie. FAVORITE THINGS: Coffee, Husband's pillow, Rain, Ocean, Jelly's, Real Letters, Dolphins, Pearls, Rustic Industrial, Creme Brulee, Fox, Cruelty Free, Raw Honey, Chopper Motorcycles, Introvert, Cast Iron, Bear, Black Comedy, Wolf, Manatees, Black Fishnets, Narwhals, My Bed, Norway (maternal grand-grandma), Horses, Clean Soft Straight Long Hair (men), Abalone, Guns, Paisley, Avocados, Bunnies, Sewing, Marzipan, Painting, Cats/Kittens, Whiskers (animals), Octopus, Dad's Whistle, Wood, Alfalfa, Snowflakes, Fog, Swans, Rocks, Owls, Moonstone, Norwegian sweaters, Great Pyrenees dog, Montmartre, Raccoon, Driftwood, Gardening, Bats, Curious, Macabre, Headstrong and Obstinate girl.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
PENS & PENCILS
I so desperately love a blank sheet of paper. Calling to me in the night, calling for release. To look at it's blank soul, transforming it into an outpouring of my own. The pens and pencils sleep until their master stirs their awakening. Making each one dance across the page. Running and crawling across the page. Combining thoughts and ideas into a written page worthy of someone's eyes. I hear the paper's song so very faint on the breeze..."At last...my love has come along. My lonely days are over."
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