Aboutalas! the darkness of an empty page! to see all that clear emptiness fills my heart with excitement and my mind with lust.
pure Ecstasy from the first stroke of the pen, the first hit of the key or the first swipe of the brush. the air is to like an empty page, even when filled with sound it can be as pointless as a broken pencil.
to fill the air with words written willingly while writing, to express enjoyment exclusively echoed through the epochs, it maters not what medium your mood or emotion materializes, only that to the best of your ability, you portray your portrait true.
For some, the call of colors or lead, on canvas cloth or page
For some, the voice on instruments to cut through life's thick haze
For some, the 'click' and 'wherrr' of shots to freeze a piece past
for me, all music film and art, expressed in words i'v cast