The Artist

by Mimi   Oct 12, 2015


The artist in me claws its way out in times of passion.
In times of pain & despair.
In times of elation & infatuation.

Only at those peaks of existence is my inner creative unable to sit still & unleashes itself without caution upon the crisp night's sky.

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  • 8 years ago

    by The Po whet

    Lovely piece about how hard it is to resist the inspiration of writing, especially as an artist.