I never feel I should be doing anything else when I am writing or painting. When it touches paper, a sharp pencil is my soul. My heart aches to be understood and in the quiet of the written word, I sometimes understand myself. I am heard, I am on paper, relating, creating a plan for security. I find... Sign in to see full entry.
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