Day 6: Art drain

If a word or two could best describe the whirl wind of emotions we churn up on a daily, then we would all be boring scriptwriters. Act! She says. Lately, I have been procrastinating...on painting. The one lawless world, suddenly a rift of barriers and fears, I moulded from the dead crevices of my mental being. … Continue reading Day 6: Art drain

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Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black

I let go of my expectations. It took a moment... I saw myself in you, (the rope)   It wasn't love at first sight, I just knew you (the rope tightened)   Cliche? no There was a peace The language of English, inadequate to comprehend.   It was black, It was intense, Innate... true.   … Continue reading Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black