Always when I awkwardly approach art, I apprehensively attempt to alert all.
Announcements of my alluring achievements and aloof accomplishments assault any who will listen.
I apologize.
I arrived at an appreciation for my avenue of alleviation all of a sudden.
It isn't about acclaim and applaud but about acceptance and atonement.
I cant accost the arrival of inspiration and abruptly antagonize creativity.
I must analytically appear appreciative.
Then apply my apparent thought to appropriate means of sharing.
I admit that I'm not altogether sure how any of my writings make a bit of sense.
Although, I do love they are all mine.