Leave the heavynessOn the floor beside youAnd let air pour in the door slightly open and without lossTell me what weighs on your heart.Nature herself laughs and clapsWith thunderous air. Leave your caresBeneath the eaves and breathe Inside a forest where you litterThe needle bed with despair.Allow a friend to sit a bit, just a
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Terminal illness effects the mind in some not so obvious ways. If you’ve got cancer of any kind certainly you’ve done deep, soul searching, looking for your own priorities and answers to life’s big philosophical questions. Yet even if you’re not terminally ill, there must’ve been times when you thought about some deep stuff, right?
Reluctantly, Ive decided to share a couple of pages from my sketchbook where I keep my not so very good artwork. I scrawl my emotions out on the pages using colorful pens, pencils, markers, paints, and whatever else handy from my growing art box. Some days, instead of trying to get my words to fit