Little Art Projects

I've never been particularly talented at art, and I'll try to avoid posting these little lyric projects too often... although I almost got inspired to make one out of Miley Cyrus song! But I enjoy doing them, and when they're done, they feel completed - they feel whole. I feel like I accomplished something. They're not my words or concepts, but I pick songs that give me "heart floods" when I listen to them. Heart floods are when my heart fills a feeling that has no emotonal precursor. It just sort of happens.

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