Stories // when we paint what we know.

Head here for painting gallery.

Sometimes you’re shrouded in darkness and don’t let anyone know.

And sometimes you do.

Can we help the way we feel?

Or try to control it?

We suppress. We explode.

We move on,

The stories all a part of us.

Other times we heal.

We recede, we connect —

Under thick curls, a nest.

Our core doesn’t change; we just grow and evolve

We are sad, we let go,

We find out what’s next.

Still more we take slow,

We become as we learn,

We indulge in the way life’s

Delicious waves flow.

We accept that our role is just tangent

To those other stories around

All at once being told.

We feel warm,

We embrace, we transition and

Find that the love we now feel

Has been always inside.