Scribbles are how I draw
Outside of the lines
Making it up as I go
Never knowing the way that shows
A feeling so rich
So fresh
It moves me
Like a little twitch
The ink takes its lead
Flowing like water
It all becomes so clear
Every movement
Every step
I find something lost
That has been kept
Right in front for me to see
What once was forgot
Is brought back to me
A treasure so precious
I cherish so dear
To accept the heart
That I wish to wear
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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