• fleetingmeditations 5w

    What am I after? Do I have it yet?

    Clarity of thought.

    It's a gift of the young.

    The purity of innocence, seeing wood from trees.

    In aging, the captive clouds of chaos cover colourful minds.

    My art has gone from laser focused to abstract and aloof.

    I am older. Things are confusing. So I ground myself in the basics; principles and instincts. Building back up from the foundations.

    I used to know who I wanted to become, but I forgot.

    What am I after? Do I have it yet?


    ©fleetingmeditations