I feel a strong urge to create. Whether its a brick wall with a mathematically thought out brick pattern or a picture of a boot and a candy wrapper.
Lack of direction. Comforting. Alone. Sheltered from suggestions free of eyes prying.
Tied with loving fingers
With good intentions.
Churns out mud meatballs
And handmade gifts by the
Would I rather be elsewhere?
Let me check…umm…no…no. Doesn’t look like I would.