Painting is different than writing.
Although, quite the same.
Interruptions are unwelcome. Acknowledging others as they stop to notice; yet, oblivious to their observing.
Don’t stop. Can’t stop.
Must create. Sweet satisfied spilling of self.
Stepping back, reading captured thought or image.
Yes, this is me.
This is as I felt.
Writing is much like painting.
A place for my soul.