Process:

I move outside of myself
extend past my barriers
all deaths, lost loves, skinned knees, smiles, pains, fears and Joys.
From the loudest to the quietest
from whimper to wild gales of laughter
move in me and through me
it is the souls expression
as I place my tears on brushes
and they transform to colors
I could not say which ones I chose or which ones chose me
or if there was any choice at all
as if you could choose which breathe you take.
Seanphoto