We're tucked away in a secret diary
Hidden Stories never to be told
Part of our lives in a secret diary
Pages and chapters we wish could be sold
Smothered adventures lost in time
Occasionally travel to our conscious mind
Embarrassing moments we just can't escape
And we think there is no one that can relate
When we're ready to disclose, we open our hearts
which bury our souls;
With soft spoken words tumbling from dry wilted lips
Our hearts beat quickly with trembling fingertips....
Then the skeletons start shattering
As the closet door flies open
Sweat, chills, with tears that sting
Another barrier is broken
Flashing colors o
I began to photoshop approximately eight months ago. I am not an artist...well, by judging by my own standards, which I must say has kept my own talents at bay due to my own fears of rejection.
I have no training and about the only thing I've ever sketched were people and of course, a lot of doodling. I was told I had much to learn, but I never thought art was supposed to be taught. Clearly "they" were mistaken. Obviously I was incredibly wrong, since not all great artists are prodigy's...some inherently have this talent, while others may find an interest which is pursued with great perseverance.
I've always had such immense admiration