The feeling she feels as her paint brush glides over the canvas, laying down layers of colour. With every stroke laying down her soul. The freedom of expression and no judgement. Hours and Hours of distraction feeling like one minute. Yet she feels nothing. Untouched, just like that blank canvas. No worry, No sadness, No depression...not a care in the world. Just her, her paint brush and the canvas. So untouched.
- JB
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Sweet and sour feelings
PuisiThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
