Stories about Adulting, handling rejection, etc.
The wind cries out tonight, signaling their entrance. My pulse is as fast as a racehorse that’s being beat violently. This will already be our fourth meeting, but I still get the chills every time.
Beautiful images and sights just relax me. I feel better when I’m surrounded with art.
I’m not an artist, but I have a long running love affair with Art since I was young. I was always on the “right” side of things or the “creative” side–drawing, creative writing, painting. Yep, you can include me now on the stereotypes of numberphobic people.