Note to self...

Each circle leads to the next before ever fully closing

The space between what was

What will be

The first incomplete

The second a blank canvas

Agonizing yet hopeful

Empty yet ready to be filled

A moment of ecstasy

A moment of despair

A moment of joy

A moment of pain

All in the readying for the brush

To grace the canvas once again

And oh what a work of art it will be