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.
