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When I lost my addiction to coffee, writing, pens, paper, raw-living is unknown. When I forgot to assemble rhythm, strike emotions, provoke action, defeat fear, is forgotten.
Whether I crave tragedy, desperation or hardship, I need to find some sort of guidance to direct me in a productive artistic matter. I stopped painting, I stopped writing, and for no apparent reason other then the fact I did.
I need inspiration, a muse.
Whether I crave tragedy, desperation or hardship, I need to find some sort of guidance to direct me in a productive artistic matter. I stopped painting, I stopped writing, and for no apparent reason other then the fact I did.
I need inspiration, a muse.