Moon Painting, Glitter Fire

Under the waxing moon, I hang a canvas that refuses to be named, because it is still evolving like a thought that hasn't yet settled, and I feel the brushstrokes argue back with each stroke, a dialogue only I can hear. A broken clock on my shelf ticks a rhythm that matches the flutter of a feather I once found tucked between expired spices, a reminder that unfinished dreams can still whisper. I let glitter guide a new project, and the accidental fire that sparked in my studio turned into texture, proving that even blaze can be intentional. The universe feels like a pair of mismatched socks—imperfect, chaotic, yet somehow comforting—and I keep my diary entries cryptic to trap the ideas before they dissolve. #moonpainting #glitterfire 🌙✨