I am not an exceptional artist I am not an exceptional writer I am just one point in the universe colliding, trading and absorbing to the point of explosion - and explosion of words and images trading for emotions. Crying, anger, frustrating fear shattering the page in a feeble attemt to let it out No, I am not an exceptional artist I am not an exceptional writer I am just Waves of changing in a human shell
Reason for writing:
We are what we are and who we are from this day to the next and what and who we will be is usually constructed by what we feel and experience. True freedom lies in being able to know what to do with all of this.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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