#artingitout

Short stories centered upon recovery so that it may inspire such?

Krystal this and Crystal that

The more she spoke with others the more she thought of how much she thought- Not while the others spoke but about what they said...! She loved words. She loved people. She wished people acted mostly with love. She'd show them... she sat and drank the wrong soup because she was intimidated at the thought of speaking up. She smiled at herself and at the soothing full flavored tomato soup... yet, only when it inspired her partners to crave soup, was she happy- all were eating. She just wished everyone was happy with good food. Wasn't that the purpose of creating the art she did? Wasn't that the purpose of the thoughts? For Happy with good food with however much time she was personally allotted? Yes, no... NO... YEEEESSSSSS... she was absolutely that simple. Well... she wished Everyone were Happy with Good Food... so as simple as that can be, was she.

She had been a puddle at the beginning of the year; by the end she was precipitation within a cloud awaiting the journey to earth. She desired to interact with good things and pondered as to what that could mean. She decided she would fall upon a domestic feline who naughtily ran out of doors for just a brief moment.

Worked on three pieces... canines... felt inadequate. TMRW is a new day! Fresh eyes. Maggerty taught me that