[personal literature found buried in sketchbook, proceeded to share] ~

Do you ever have that experience,
some time, someday, walking
in the frigid day and wind vortexes before your,
sacred class time.
Stop it I need
to smoke a cigarette,
smoke your deepest pains away,
let your thoughts run wild.
So you start running around, dorm dancing,
eating your feelings,
singing your heart out,
drawing as fast as you can think,
like that will make your art any better.
But,
I feel this day already is,
artistic,
because thinking back to days like this;
the most beautiful thing these-
insane irises ever saw;
was the smile that I could make you smile,
at least,
for awhile.