The most satisfying part of the day is when the pen hits the paper and ink just flows from the fingertips.
The scritching and scratching, like a long forgotten melody.
It doesnt have to be words.
It doesnt have to make sense.
It flows, like my own personal river, taking me away with every stroke.
Writing is like clay. You can shape it and mold it to how you want it to be, no matter how much you cut off or add on.
The more you work with it, the easier it is to handle.
Your pot will always be your own, even if it looks like someone elses.
It came from dirt, but it’s your inspiration that gave it beauty.
And even after its been fired, glazed, and stamped with a “for sale” tag, if you don’t like it, you can always break it and make a new one.