Five minutes, to write on a topic.
Five minutes to gather my thoughts and ramble upon the page. Sometimes, this comes easy. Sometimes I dance with the words as they come rolling out.
Like romancing the pen.
But then there are others times.
The ones like right now, when my head seems fuzzy and full of thoughts that need sifting. The pen scratches against paper unwillingly. I try. Like training for a marathon I place one word in front of the other. Nothing flows.
So I lay it down and grab a paintbrush.
Words are magical and oh do I need them. But...
Sometimes, sometimes, my heart craves color. Messy water colors that swirl together, painting pictures from the chaos within. Sometimes it's here, within a sketchbook that I find my way through the forest. Sometimes, it's here that I see or hear a Word I've been waiting for.
(Linking up with Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday)
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