It is a feeling of no other kind when I do not create, I feel as though I am without
When I finally do create again, it feels as though I am breathing for the first time
Any feeling conjurable is cured
Troubles seem to melt away like the sun by the ocean’s horizon
A wooded head space clears pathways
The border between time and my own realm becomes hazey
My very soul seems to illuminate and soar like a careless dove.🕊️
