Returning to the subject of a blog I follow,
inspiration and how fickle it is.
It is easier to express the pain and anguish
dark things that we weigh in,
they do have something in the chest
pull you down, purple, black, burgundy ...
Instead it is difficult to draw a picture or write
if all goes well, when trying to express
something I do not know what it is, but that takes you, you
filled and filled endlessly without ever weigh yourself, something that
invent new colors you did not know.
that makes it rise.
I tried again without success.