i have met people who say they are artists, but they are unconvincing.
they’ve made no great sacrifice in their life, they have suffered little for what they say they love deeply.
me, i have torn my life apart. i have shredded everything to start new, i have sacrificed greatly because i love grandly. i am passion, fever does not settle in me. it rises, stirs, and surfaces from my fingertips. i am moved by night, the sounds the streets make when they think no one is watching.
i have my own world, and it’s quite uninterested in the opinion of others. it moves in its own shapes, bound not by time and space.
here we have an artist, who lived and died, fervently by her passions. they took her in the night, and she went willingly with their tide.
xx
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