the thinking tummy

solo in a room of many

unwavered feelings, far too plenty

spotlight position on the task

let thy tummy feed and bask

ballllooooooonns!

soft colors of glasz

radiant textures of shape

minimal brushes

artless fiction

emptiness awakes

openness breathes to survive

unlocking the will

tiny umbrella

solitary mood

mixed emotions through prose thought

the day is evening