She does it for the art
She does it for the hell of it
She has to let it out
Because she gets so into the world she receives- She has to have an outlet
She has to say what her mouth can’t
Screaming is out of her nature
She meditates
Reciting mantra after mantra,
But nothing compares to when she picks up this pen and puts it all in front of her
Outside of the padded walls of her mind
In the open
Leaving room for more energy and vibrations of the world that she embodies.