I painted today in the session, something sort of like my usual swirly decorative stuff. Then she made me throw out words that the painting made me think - just whatever came to mind, then write those words in random fashion on the page. Then join those words with other words into a poem.

Here's what I got:

Unbalanced by a choice
between tight spots
colourless in their molecular shapes
spirals that end up like petals
dissipating in a lake

It may not mean much to anyone else, but this little piecing together of random words weighs a lot to me. There is some telling substance in them. I spent the day feeling very sad and defeated, missing something that will never come.