Monday, November 5, 2018


Volcanoes may be sleeping. They can become active. And all we see is the surface. Until the shell bursts and the inner parts are spitted out.

I feel like a volcano right now. Filled with ideas; new stories waiting to be written. Guess I'll be spitting them out at random. Because what's inside eventually must come out.
[Daily Abstraction 218110501. Painting available].