My journal pages are filled with scribbles, scrawls, doodles, smushes of paint and free writing as evidenced here:
This is what I wrote. Looked at the picture I doodled and wrote spontaneously.
We create life trails and no not, not know
where they lead nor what we encounter on the way
as we make our way to an unknown end.
We leave a line for others to follow.
The trail of our life
Clear paths or littered with debris.
Need to catch up? Here’s what happened to me: