There’s something inside Screaming, Pulling, Tugging at my very core. I am STARVING for something unreachable. I Scratch the surface. I SHAKE. I want it.
so bad.
The world must see through my Eyes.
They must see the beauty that I See.
I draw, I write, I paint, I Sing! I Dance! All night, All day, All year, EVERY DAY. I don’t Eat, I don’t Sleep, I don’t go anywhere but the walls of my world. CRAVING for something new to rise from the ashes of my hands.
ideobybye 
I seriously love this post! Honestly Amazing writing. It perfectly describes the need for expression
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As someone who’s definitely not an artist, it’s cool to get this perspective
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*violent snapping* Oh! Wow! So much passion, I love this! I look forward to reading more of your thoughts this semester!
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the crave of the artist #stolen
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