As you stare at the blank piece of paper, it stares back. And you find yourself not quite able to press your charcoal to the page. That hesitence between the tip of your charcoal and the surface of the page- that's what it feels like.
Sometimes passion lingers on your fingertips. Sometimes it's heat, sometimes it's ink, sometimes its charcoal. Sometimes you can reach out and leave traces on others' skin, in others' eyes. But then you fade into yourself.
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Laurel Kellum
Another life. Another struggle to persevere through whatever lot in life has been dealt. I find myself back here, hungry for nothing more (nor less) than self-expression.
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