
“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.” —Ayn Rand
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“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.” —Ayn Rand

Green eyes glance away,
Yearning for what others hold,
Fingers grasping air.

Flow of words are gone
Don’t know where they have gone to.
Need them to come back,
In silence, echoes of thought,
Whispers of the heart remain.

“When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.” —Henry Ford

Stuck in the same place,
Endless loops of thoughts collide,
Searching for a way.

Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week

In a patch, a potato met a tomato,
Said the potato, “You red thing, you’re quite a hero!”
The tomato replied, “And you, my friend, are the best spud,
Together in this patch, we make the perfect dud!”

By the Number
8
Inches (twenty centimeters) of annual precipitation in the coastal regions of Antarctica. The inland portion of Antarctica receives even less, qualifying the continent as a desert.

In love’s dance, we once soared so high,
But now it’s just whispers and sighs.
With memories so dear,
Yet sadness draws near,
A shadow where once dreams would fly.

“Hustle beats talent when talent doesn’t hustle.” —Ross Simmonds

Mindful Moment
Cleaning centers the brain on one task at a time. It is made up of mechanical and rhythmic motions, Open the windows and allow the fresh air to flow into the room. Then focus on one room, task, or corner to clean

A smile takes less energy, they say
It has the power to brighten someone’s day.
Spreading joy and warmth in every way.
It can chase the clouds and bring out the rays.

Unknowingly, you slipped away.
What did I do wrong? What could I have done
to make you stay?
All I ever wanted was to feel needed and seen.
I thought I had that with you,
but I was wrong yet again.
Will I ever find that connection,
or is it a dream just out of reach?
In the silence, I search for answers,
wondering if love can be genuinely returned.
Will I always be left with echoes of absence,
lost in the longing for what might have been?

” You have to be willing to get happy about nothing” – Andy Warhol

Gut-wrenching pain
the tears pouring down my face
the pain won’t go away