finding myself drawn back into chroma meditation. shifting feelings. shifting energies. watching colours chase onto paper. studying the tip of the brush as it touches the wettened palette. noticing how my breath changes as i become alighned with art. 


something mister jones said to me a few days ago i find settling deep into my cells as i examine who i am and how i am. yes, i struggle. yes, i am human. but the biggest yes, is, yes, i am soul finding my place in this life until it ceases to be.

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