Someday I’ll have a space
Where I’m all throughout the air
Where my musings settle into the floorboards, throw rugs, and sheer
curtains
Leaving behind a spicy-sweet smell
Someday I’ll have a space
Full of light, white and strong
But soft enough to bring with it
Subtle, creeping realizations and inspirations
To influence my hand on the page
Someday I’ll have a space
Wooden, open and warm
Big enough to hold canvases, easels, chairs, and tools
With the required dancing room between them
Someday I’ll have a space
That I will call only mine
In which I will create, innovate, and communicate
In what I will call “my style”
A space in which I will discover who I am
And how I will change the world
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