It’s been quiet on here, I haven’t forgotten. Let me share my life in a few words:
I am lost. (Am I…?)
I am found. (I am..?)
I am becoming an artist, or a failure of one.
I am not sure if I’m delusional or full of wisdom. I fear the shadow of the future, while the white hot light from the past continues to scorch my back.
I’m chasing impossible dreams and sacrificing the comfort of predictability.
I am constantly cycling between a golden moment and monochrome minutes, being forced to recolor my life.
I am becoming a failure, or an artist.
I am now, me.
And me is who I am now.
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