“ I don’t want to break anything….I just want…to heal..”

Art in a way is the history of a person’s soul. An indentation made of their dreams and insecurities, their hopes and fears.

And I believe ever so vigilantly in the nobility of our creativity, our need for expression and identity in a universe made not from stone and earth but from water and vapors.

I believe it is a part of our need for nurturing and to be nurtured. To seek a culture, understand and be understood. Which is why it cuts so deeply when we stray from this nobility, this need.

When our appetites exceeds our clarity it robs us of our gratitude, our history…to which we are enslaved as a reward by our obsessions. 

These…obsessions for power, for answers and strength…we seldom realize they only lead us to shutting out all things. Even our voice. Even our life. It only ends in tears.

You must be grateful for who you are now. You must be vigilant to nurture who you are now. History must never be dismissed…and you are worth being celebrated now.

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Inspired by jetsee’s “orphans in the glass house” which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/jetsee/orphans-in-the-glass-house