In the distance below, the ocean sparkled. Up here in the sky, she felt safe. With nothing between her to tangle change. Today, she would not fall.
Slipped away, Splashed and played out to sea to be themselves. They held hands and asked, "Do you suppose that's it? The end?" "No. I still have dreams."
Companions in the devastating world, They had to get away, return to what would give hope. He wished to have her beside him. He learned to value things that were far more important than material possessions. He valued freedom and friendship. He finally understood that flying away, had also broken his strong gestures.
Be strong. Breath and wait. Be flexible or compassionate. Make the right decision. Endure. Look in the eyes. Let out a loud laugh Think of all the gestures that silenced any further words from you.
I discovered blackouts through Austin Kleon, it’s usually called as blackout poetry but based on what I’ve done, it’s too far from an actual poem. Still, it’s an enjoyable creative exercise that allows you to break free from an art slump once in a while.
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