the armour called “i’m fine”
It was me having no one to talk to. I only had blank pages to converse with.
This is true of most creatives. Poets turn to Poetry. Artists turn to drawing. Singers to music. Some turn to alcoholism, the gym, religion. May we find joy.
It was me having no one to talk to. I only had blank pages to converse with.
This is true of most creatives. Poets turn to Poetry. Artists turn to drawing. Singers to music. Some turn to alcoholism, the gym, religion. May we find joy.