He/She attacks the page with reckless abandon, with fearless wisdom and thoughts,
Writing stories upon stories of travels to the unknown,
A rebel without a cause and outlaw without a home,
A poet who bleeds ink, an artist who whose tears fill the canvas,
Music through his/her fingertips, a painting with no borders,
Tearing apart reality and rebuilding it with imaginative constructs of emotion,
His/her fingers are rough, but gentle to the touch,
Dancing from page to page, canvas to canvas, note to note, Step to step,
Caressing the keys to an instrument, his/her mind plays out in front of you,
Sketching away the confines of the tangible,
Anarchistic-ally structured in the mind,
he/she runs free within,
This is where he/she writes their wrongs,
Welcome to the badlands of the artistic heart.
Stream of Consciousness exercises. Will work on this again later
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