To be cluttered is to be free,
To be free,
Truly free,
Is to stare into the stark blues and whites of the sky
and just for a second
imagine the infinite abyss beyond.
Your mind wanders and suddenly you’re there;
Sitting, floating in the abyss,
swirling your paint brush onto that infinite canvas
Filling the empty space with
Dreams
Love
All the wonderful feelings that you keep inside are splashed into the void
Making clutter.