When I started my newfound joy of expressionism in 2014, I had no idea how my life would change.
Years of unexpressed thoughts, pouring out of my mind as the ink flows from my pen.
Each thought leading to the next.
Each word building on the words before it.
Each page being filled with real and fantasized images from the depths of my mind.
I never would have believed that creative writing would be the conduit through which I now travel.
There are so many past life, present existence and future fantasy destinations to visit.
I so often find myself drifting between the images.
From page to page, revelling in my minds eye view of life.
The wonder of freedom.
My Free Mind©
EdwinBrown9®™
5/25/15
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عشوائيMy therapist suggested for three years that I experience written art. I resisted for three years. Finally I yielded and open up to my therapist's recommendation. I am happy that she saw possibility in written art therapy for me.
