My place of expression from all types of visual art, to dance, to poetry and creative writing. It's my creative baby.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Trapped
A feather can float on a breath for it's lifetime. My feather tells me of freedom with rain and speckles illuminated in sun and rainbows with eight colours. My feather lives in my image until i inhale once again. ~ Chelsea Papps
I am because I speak, and think, and live and create. I question everything, and accept no answers. There is no one true answer to any one question, because our brains are too small and fragile to fully understand. I dream and imagine and I do not judge. Beauty is in vulnerability, so I think I'll live openly and on the brink of tears.
WOW!
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