In my studio making paint brushes from my hair.Mixing hues to match the color of my soul. It is calling me and I am trying so hard to find the voice to answer back.It seems to have fallen into a deep slumber.That voice from my third eye that lets me see what is to be on the surface of the table waiting for my caress.That voice is a mere chirp, The sight a slit on the edge of my vision.WAKE UP ALA'! My sanctuary, my soul,my art.

In my studio making paint brushes from my hair.Mixing hues to match the color of my soul. It is calling me and I am trying so hard to find the voice to answer back.It seems to have fallen into a deep slumber.That voice from my third eye that lets me see what is to be on the surface of the table waiting for my caress.That voice is a mere chirp, The sight a slit on the edge of my vision.WAKE UP ALA'! My sanctuary, my soul,my art.