Bleeding ink, shed to be splattered on the page. Inspiration and creation forever in circulation the two caught in a delicate balance, like oxygen leaving and returning in the veins
“Apply constant pressure”, they said, and witness materialization of your creation appear in solid formation
But no amount of roadmaps can guide you when you are attempting to tap into the unknown And the journey is a solitary one, meant to be lived as yours alone
You find your frame of reference, and then watch in amazement as life seemingly imitates art
But once it's over you finally gain the understanding, that they were one and the same from the very start.