Welcome to the "Being..." series. This will be a very exposing exposé on some of the things that make up me. Feedback is encouraged, thank you all in advance and I hope it becomes food for thought. Let's get started... CreativeBeing a creative is a frog. Sitting and breathing, sometimes croaking. Hopping. Creatives love the Sun, the Moon, any being more luminous and transcendent than we, one that we can see. Creativity is the way I channel the ice, the butterflies, the anxiety. "Pouring it out" as my therapist says. I've gotten so good at pouring it out I've resorted to pulling over on the freeway when it gets too full, scribbling away on napkins like a true genius Some creatives pour into jugs labeled "music" or "painting". Being cursed with quiet vocal chords, my jug is labeled "poetry" Writing what is seemingly impossible to say. A creative's true burden is physical survival. Mastering the art of rent and bills while still filling up the jugs. Our main enemy is our sanity. I've never met an artist that was completely sane. I know I'm not. ~ For your ears:
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Look around I am no longer there Having to choose between others and myself... well shit I lost myself once I ain't doing it again. - Song of the Day:[Text from A] Hey it's me 👋 I just thought I'd let you know that you're getting on everyone's nerves Yes even him who said he loved all your questions and quirks Yes, especially her who has proven to be your ride or die. Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing you did Except for all the times you've cancelled plans because you couldn't get out of bed Oh yeah, and that time you went out with them and then sat in the corner the whole time OR the time you were so nervous so you drank too much and embarrassed yourself If you met someone like you would you love them? I mean really love them? I'm sure you would, you're a good person. But If you're such a good person why do bad things keep happening to you? Why do things like this keep happening to you? I mean sure, that one time you were drunk The other time you invited him in though, When you were a kid how could you have stopped that? You were the one wearing a dress... I guess this time is different... but what if it's just you? What if you are just permanently broken? ~ Song of the Day: |
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