Creatively Speaking

The love is in the process.  Creating, thats all.  Chosen. A set of boundaries. This is what came out of me, this did not. uncovering new boundaries, through the work created; expressing your greater essence to the world.  This reflects what I am.  Creatively speaking. The process looks different now.  A chisel in hand, and a mirror in the other. Exploratory vestiges into the core of being.  This I can get along with.  This I can do.  Creatively speaking.  Place a story in a revolving door, a timeline made into a circle, a round discounted T- shirt rack.  Spin it around look at it.  What is it made of?  These.... This, has no point.  Often falling short of spectacular, such is life, over and over.  The point of it only being for the moment, eternally out of mind.