Painting with words
Spilt from the mind
Writing whatever comes next
No time to check
Is it good
Is it bad
To live a life focused on perfection
Just becomes sad
Let it all fly
Don’t worry about how
Or why
No word count to worry about
Just let your soul bleed
Into the canvas of life
Follow your dreams
No mistakes
Just happy accidents
Happy little trees
Dancing through my mind
Just writing to unwind
From the stress of writing
Fighting with myself
I should be editing
But this is more enjoyable
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Comments (5)
Ahh, how relaxing a read that was! Soothing and all YES!
Happy accidents indeed! Nice one! Always good to get into the “flow”. 😊👍
Nicely done.
Happy accidents remain just that, so long as I remember not to publish them, lol.
I spoke in a comment recently about how sometimes there's this period in my migraines where I write. I feel crap and cognitively fuzzed, so I don't give a shit how it comes out, but I'm not yet so debilitated that I can't write, and I'm often quite pleased with the outcome.