It’s hard to write from a place of pain. it’s said sometimes you will hurt people when you are angry. Words are damaging to the spirit. I am finding it difficult to abrade the consumer raging in me. The owner, and king that is delayed within me. I am uncomfortable. I am raging internally for a release.
I’ve been this way my entire life. I haven’t been able to put this object into motion. I’ve been at rest. And pursuing a minimal amount of validation. The power I am capable of is unequivocal to where I am currently.
Marching to the beat of my own instrumentation, I have no fear of falling just landing among persons who don’t understand.
I’ll be 25 in one week. Gonna do some get-the-gunk-out, yummy, internal work as I prepare for this tiny transition. Feels like I’m coming upon something, surely.
prguitarman
blakekathryn
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