There's a sound that I found, but I couldn't see what was making it. It sounds like it's from another world, I didn't underground how it was taking me, through the roots, up the trees, this sound had me feeling free.
Asking myself, is it human, is it good, or could it be bad to breathe? Now I'm scared, how did I make it up this tree. Yeah from this view I can see everything. Except for the vibration that pulled me through the leaves.
I hear it clearly wait. It's right next to me, but still, I don't see anything. I reach my hand out and an invisible Barn Owl apers, and speaks "Please Don't interrupt me while I sing.
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Joseph Julian
Art is all around us, I enjoy seeing people use art to express themselves daily. I am a writer of life, music, soul, and change. A blank canvas will always excite me because I get to fill it up with my inner thoughts and ideas.
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