Drawings...

I accepted a long time ago I'm not a drawer, an artist. My drawings, even my bests, left much to be desired. The picture in my head was not some thing I could create (in this lifetime). I had to accept the images in my head would never be able to come out by my own hand. Practice, years of yearning and want would not bring my dreams to reality.

Ironically words became my art. The things that left me stumped in how to spell have helped my spirit grow and heal. I no longer draw paints of ruined images I try to create from my head to paper: I draw with words and thoughts that soar. In those word I almost see my dreams.