compulsive artists

waves of feeling distorting images

the reality of which stands true

the reflection in our eyes..
blurring.. turbulent..

shifting to fit us in.

our thoughts, our emotions
our perceptions

creating havoc within us

moving disturbing changing
reality as we see it

creating a world of sketched images

sometimes beautiful..
sometimes ugly..

but nevertheless our creations

to rejoice or rue

where individuality remains
unchanged.. unmarred

each aches for an acceptance

struggling to swim through this sea of emotions

thirsting for something just out of reach

yet again that ripple becomes a whirlpool

yet another image another world

we try to crumble erode
what was dear to us

to suit a picture of our own making

sadly losing our way

compulsive artists these waves of 'self'

could we overcome..