art is begging to be created and my mind is screaming for silence. my hands overflow with candlelight that aches to be painted across the night sky. dreamless nights for weeks but still the darkness is not completely black in my eyes. for my heart can look through another dimension, where light is more than just photons and everything is in its purest state. i feel it in my lungs and at the very tips of my fingers. i feel it burning somewhere between my ribs. feed your passions. your desire to make art and beauty and love from nothing but your unspoken thoughts, harvested from the depths of your subconscious. pour it all out. empty ink bottles and fill canvases with colours. dive within yourself to discover that you are everything and can do so so much. do not restrict yourself. be free.
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