Some days I feel restless
Like my soul is scratching at my skin
Trying to find a way out from the inside
Nothing can stop it
My hands shake
craving the rush of creation
like a drug
like one more kiss from a lover
like the moment before everything changes
Because everything can change
Colors, words, ideas, pour like a fountain
Giving your light to the world
and there is nothing else that matters more
Than your two hands
the moonlight
and the soul that has been silenced
By pouring it out slowly
Creating beauty from within
Because its something you cannot do without
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