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.
All artists are melancholy, that fact is well known; when sad or mad, the expression glows.
If I am happy, I desperately try to seek out my beautiful creative spirit for activity.
As of late, that is why my writing prospects seemed dim;
To write well, I need to feel jaded—instead of elated.
Even if I have not felt this strongly for another since my absolute best friend; I refuse to allow this man’s lack of action to make me feel so grim.