Their artistic work is a matter of patience, silently waiting to hear that artistic flare speak to their mind. As their writing skills are as a dart to hit the bullseye with.
Some stand within the middle of the pages of an open book, their time is when called away to fulfill the mind for something later to cry over.
Full of energy yet nothing wanting to draw that energy towards, like a sitting overcharged build of excitement waiting to use.
Guidance is an idol whom encourages a path to lead yet the answers are found from within their own minds, if to manage to think outside of that idolised box.
The more to wait the more ruffled their feathers are, as talent wasted for what they put in and who they put into it for. That is then down to others on when and where they get to enjoy such given praises.
In the forest; distant past where old dogs can't be taught new tricks, although the old and wise are the ones trying to teach them dogs. Their own entertained minds are encouraging to be amused further, by being impressed for something unique. Only wishing so by those they know all too well to grant it. And if by new then both old and dog are out.
In the stones; if were meant to fly will have wings and although got them not necessarily what gets you there but the mind as knowledge that is shared, some first take larger steps than to consider where turn for new leaf's are made, preaching love is questionable and cause to return for where the answers may be.
St. Matthew Ch.13:V.41 " - The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity;
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