Blowing the layers of ash off my soul — 2 weeks ago
I want to remember myself. I want to feel the blood streaming in my veins. I want the lust of wind rushing across my body, lifting me to fly off over the buildings and trees and oceans. Fear will fall away like unused plates of armor. Power in my hands to create my art. MY ART. To throw off the invisible critic and reach, thrust, dig into my true vision. To remember that the opinions of anyone, ANYONE else are utterly irrelevant, as long as I follow my path, my own path. Cast off the mask, the chains of normality, forget domesticity. Breathe air and not mud. Rediscover my decadent self.









