Move Spirit: Sanity and Obsession
I am not the artist.
I am merely the medium.
My creations are not of My own,
but of a spirit and it has chosen Me.
It travels through ME, dictating every stroke,
movement and decision.
I do not think.
I just move.
I wait for it to speak.
Sometimes it comes in a whisper.
Other times a jolt. I crave it’s energy.
I am fueled by its obsession to be heard.
When it visits, no matter the length of time,
I feel high like the waft of a sweet Magnolia in the Heart of Dixie.
Scent of the Pine, you know how I feel.
Sane and insane all at the same time,
buzzing all around in my head
like a bumble bee in the Alabama heat.