I was a writer first.
It’s been a while since I put the thoughts in my mind to words that could be read. I felt that my writing days were over and I was tapped out of creativity. I soon realized that this was not the case at all. I started to write because I figured out this amazing way in which the things that were floating in my head could be made into art
The sorrow and sadness The happiness and joy The pain and anger
All of these emotions and strong feelings are all a art form.
When the idea of money comes into play, you loose sight of your calling and love for the form of art that you love most.
Writing was my art. Writing was my life. And I threw it all away for a payday.
With all that is said and done, I will find my path again and stick to it.
This is for me. I am to write.
Peace and love.
-Kimby is back
