That House

Like a bud longing to bloom am I.
Longing to create without all these paralysing worries.
So much beauty inside that hurts and scream and long to get out into the blue sky.

I want to go to that place
where the sky is blue
where I can walk barefooted with my brushes.

I want to work.
I want to do my thing.
I want to drink beauty and deliver beauty.
I can not live here.

I´ld love to hold on to the dream of That House...