You pick up the paintbrush
Intent on creating
create create create
you chant in your mind
gather it all
dip your brushes into the swirling paint
stare at the blank canvas
what can I create?
a single line across the canvas
the colors start to blend
the reds and pinks and yellows
they flow together to create small blooms of color on the page
drip together with the water on the page
run the small flowers into streaks of color on the page
it's lost it's meaning
but the colors are still there
and eventually they will dry
and you will forever enjoy the painting you made
-a poem on painting
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The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2
RandomIt's here for me to rant and you to learn again. A continuation of my previous journal, which just had too many chapters.