Needed fresh air.
Meditation with exercise.
The trees whispered creation.
The water soothed my angst.
The cool fresh air of the setting sun ignited my need. My need for art.
Walking out from under the bridge, I was exposed.
It’s time to be honest with myself.
Time to start living my dreams.
I need to stop waiting for a miracle to help me.
I am already the miracle.
It’s time for me to realize this and start living in my dreams.