But Dreams Have Ways Of Turning Into

The Funeral Is A Quiet One, Despite The Number Of Mourners Present. There Are No Sobs Or Flailing Handkerchiefs. There Is A Smattering Of Color Amongst The Sea Of Traditional Black. Even The Light Rain Cannot Push It Down Into The Realms Of Despair. It Rests Instead In A Space Of Thoughtful Melancholy.

You May Tell A Tale That Takes Up Residence In Someone's Soul

So It’s Really Best To Keep Your Secrets When You Have Them, For Their Own Good, As Well As Yours.

This Is Not Magic. This Is The Way The World Is, Only Very Few People Take The Time To Stop And Note It.

It's Helpful For Me To Get Ideas - The Physical Action Of Painting. Sometimes It Frees Up Your Writer Brain. It's Nice For Me Now That The Writing Has Become A Serious Career That Painting Can Become More Like A Hobby.