Don't you understand?
My mind used to be bursting with imagination.
I was a volcano of creativity.
I was always filled with passion to move and make art
I wanted people to feel like I had painted a masterpiece on their body after talking to them.
Now I float.
Write. I will write my way out of the water that I'm floating in. It is pure luck that I'm floating.
I will rip out my roots and tear up my comfort and I will plant seeds in my next garden.
