i have so many ideas on what to create, how to create it and how to develop it into a piece of art, how to shape a silent whisper of a thought into an alive moment in the form of art.
what is the problem however, is i cannot for the life of mine execute these ideas. they stay in my head, trapped and unwilling to enter the outside world.
the variety of stories and concepts and emotions and colours and shapes and streams of lightning will forever remain closed off in the prison of my own making - my mind.
I always see everything so clearly, but I can't explain it nor show it. I rely on concepts.
I long to be understood, but could I ever become that without entering my real thoughts somewhere else other than into the ether and during prayer?
I don't want to explain myself, I want to just feel and be felt.