My mind was a canvas.
Life was the brush.
Time drew the strokes.
An unfinished piece.
Jagged lines.
A single blot that had no connections.
An unfinished life with so many possibilities.
Feeling Feelings Day 118
BY A NOT SO FAMOUS AUTHOR
BY A NOT SO FAMOUS AUTHOR
My mind was a canvas.
Life was the brush.
Time drew the strokes.
An unfinished piece.
Jagged lines.
A single blot that had no connections.
An unfinished life with so many possibilities.
SONYA A WATSON 