MissErisEternal

I follow the road maps on my skinto find that secret place within. Skimming my soft canvas I gently begin creating. A moment. A glance. A spark in the night, the artist coming alive as the rush begins. Everything poured into the art as the art pours everywhere. The heart can only pump so long but in this moment I belong. In this moment I find my deepest self as I perform the rituals of old, Splitting open who I was to become who I will be. Time may heal but its the wound that teaches.

Little waterfall, churning the beautiful rocks broken, please teach me; show me how to be happy, to dance in place for hours with nothing more to show for it but more dancing tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow; show me how to be callous, to pick the sparkle from the granite and funnel it out to the fish and the propellers; show me how to be brave, slicing walls in half and in half even though they will change your shape; please teach me, little waterfall, to live life above the rocks rather than below them.