With these two hands, anything can emurge.
I’ll lock myself in this room, emotional purge.
Put these two fabrics together for a quilt to keep me warm.
Maybe mix these flours together, tasty bread will form.
I find the in between, a place I drift off to flow.
Passion expressing, totally zoned in, letting it all go.
And if im feeling up to it, maybe Ill tackle this room.
Because somtimes its ...