i mean, i think that i'm an artist.
somewhere, i have art inside me.
but it won't come out.
i know i have words--beautiful words--within myself.
and i know that i have colors and strokes and notes and moves, creations inside.
i'm going to start with lines.
this line, in particular.
because, my imagination has taken some liberties in the interpretation of my relationships, and i've been finding myself in a place where i have insufficient priviledges.
and then my frustrations block the road to creation.
and i just become angry and violent and destructive.
a whirlwind of anti-creation.
these lines, i think... the structure. the discipline. the awakening to reality.
that's the key to finding my inner artist.
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