Feeling a little down, but not too hard. Just anxious and frightened because of the big world out there and the poetry slam.....and my appointment with my therapist and the progress of my writing. Wanna talk to someone...but it´s half past two and I guess not much people are awake.
So...I rant here.....it doesn´t matter that no one reads this.....it´s a fuse I guess. So it works.
Why are writers and artists so drawn to drugs.....alcohol and otherwise.....what is it that tangles us together? Interwines us and keeps us hooked and safe at the same time?
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I think anyone who is serious about trying to show the world through any form of art has to look at the world through untinted glasses--to see it for the ugly and dark place it can be. Such a sight is more than many can handle so we run. We run with whatever our preferred drug is to a place where we can forget; a place that is 'safe.' Somewhere, there might exist an artist brave enough to stand and not run but I've never heard of such a saint.
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