Sometimes i forget the endless streaming voice of words, colors when im painting but im writing rn that are flowing theough me like i were hurrily and. Hurrily, more so hurrily felt to be speedily writing something that is illusory, evanescent, escaping my scaling thoughts the second they are typed and while i sip on the drink of forever and drunken the daisies of sight, sleet forecasts of wind overthinks not a soul in sight, life is lustruous good beautiful and good and thats really good, i create because i love God and i know God loves me and lives in all people and love all people because the power of Gods love in me allows me to forgive every soul, to shatter the blinds of open genius with acceptance. I love you.