The Essence Of Who I Am

There is something so serene about the hours of darkness

A time for passion time for inspiration 

Painting for hours until the sun shuts down your brain 

I haven’t picked up a paintbrush in months 

I’m afraid to get my hands dirty

Do I give up the passion 

Do I wash my hands clean

Do I sit on the sidewalk 

Do I cry all the tears

My notebooks are empty 

Like me 

MAP

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