Authors And Artists

I never thought that there could be an urge to write.

A longing to just hold the pen and blurt all of my mind out.

Is it this that finally indicates to me who I truly am?

What purpose I was supposed to serve all along?

Can one really be born to write?

Maybe we should just continue to pen down the random yet connected thoughts

Drawing out the psychedelic patterns that form before our eyes

And affixing on canvas the beauty of the world from our perspective

Purpose or not,

The pen to paper and the paint to canvas

Remain an infinite source of inspiration for an artist