I love the way a book feels in my hand
I love the way that words flow from a page into a picture in my brain
I want to paint, I want to paint pictures with words
But words flow no more easily from my hands then dances do from my feet
In my love of words I have surrounded myself with wordsmiths
I see in them what I want in me
I feel the stories in my mind like I can hear songs that I can't reproduce
I love talent and I have so little
How can I teach myself to produce from my fingers words that I want to read
I can't seem to put the words down write to see the pictures
I'm writing stick figures
Where do I find my art?
