On a napkin she entices life into rhythmic forms and swarms of conceptualized feeling.
The ceiling, of which she has yet to find, intertwined within the fibers of dead trees bleed emotion.
Oceans of each would not even capture a blink of the most high so with the passion of many she fruitlessly tries to reflect but a piece of what will never cease not even within the immensity of time.
She sits at the bar contemplating coffee creations and whatever else happens to come to mind.
She primes the mind on instrumental renditions of hip hop greats and so she strives to capture infinity in just one take.
For the sake of art and for art's sake, she captures the moment with a taste of sweet words.
2 comments:
Love it! This is great.
Thanks Denise! I hope you and the family are doing well.
-Regi
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