My inspiration comes in threes, like leaves falling from trees
Showering me in colours and darkness, after days of being artless
I don’t say that those words are worth your while, they often lack finesse and style
But you are here for a reason. Is it to see my mind easing
up? Or is it because you like my way of thinking? To see if I am flying or sinking?
No matter why you are there, my gratitude is yours, I swear
It is late at night, almost three, and this closes the circle for me.
💜💜💜💜 Thank you 💜💜💜💜
reflections of an unquiet mind 