The words in all my stories are more like paintings in my head,
and my pen is struggling to place them perfectly on the white canvas of the blank page,
so I give it a try often asking myself, how can I better show and not simply tell?
Is my heart the instrument needed to give justice to it all?
or should I just surrender and string those words together, forgetting all about the paintings I envision?
I guess it is always going to be a challenge when words and images often mingle so tightly together in my heart