When I am happy deep inside of myself; I want to go out and play the part. Similarly, when I am conflicted within my core; my creativity flows. I don’t write when there isn’t anything plaguing my brain…my feelings…my heart. Maybe this is why I seek out the most complications; to fuel my creative productivity.Continue reading “Acceptance”
Maybe I am a masochist; the fear of losing you is a sort of catalyst. Only then do I begin to admit how I feel to myself; I trust that it is real. The pleasure of the pain; is why I feel like I can write again.