I was sitting at my make up table this morning getting ready for the day and I was inspired to write, yet again.
It comes on like a song that keeps repeating itself until you finally sing and dance to it then maybe, just maybe it will pass and leave you be.
I think my mind has turned into poetry.
Such a different perspective. Photographers have lenses, they can adjust and use to alter a frame. As a writer I never heard the song of poetry, as I focused on fact and insight, intellect.
Now everything has song and beauty to it.
All of my thoughts become poetry.
I think differently lately.
I see differently lately.
I am different lately. Continue reading