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Triskelion
A word picture — mind, body, & soul — life, death, & rebirth — A story
I start with obtaining one seed of reality and water it with honesty.
Sometimes disappointment uses the waters of fantasy to create something original to see. Occasionally the brush of fiction paints a word picture that attempts to capture more attention. At times I apply the brush of idealism to create a picture of a better world to live in. Where great morality is not a tough act to follow.
Sometimes the picture is of desperation that can only use the imagination
to see mercy removing the truth that gets stuck in the way.
Like the courage that disappears before attaching words to the thoughts.
My imagination likes to tell of heartache releasing people only to fall into the arms of solace. Although, the more sincere the picture the more I dislike it once complete. As it is like staring at my own reflection. A guilty association I can only hope to be free from. Like the negativity I pulled out of me, to leave it behind with my uninterested stupidity. I could go on and on about where every picture is from until everyone is gone.
