I create art to make sense of the world.
The thoughts flutter out with a flurry and urgency.
The ideas tickle my brain with a flutter, the  wings of a creative thought, flood my brain.
I feel at to ease, to release these ideas, to be able to make sense of this creative need to create.
Then I wonder, oh, how I wonder, my thoughts are flooded with possibilities again.
So I step again into the hall of possibilities, I  wait to have the door of the creative fly open.
The butterflies, fly out once again, and tickle my brain for a fleeting moment.
I rush to capture this moment, with all it's flutter.
This place, is a familiar place, so I keep coming back to explore, and discover.
I  flutter about like a  butterfly, flying about, and landing for a moment
only to seek wisdom, and to feel the true flutter of my heart, the creative.

By Sylvia Pekarek
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