I move from strong, hard ass, independent to wounded, sensitive,
failure on a daily basis. Yes, I am
strong sometimes, I like being full of strength and resolve, but more often
than not, I just plain hurt. It is a pain
created by years of not being heard, seen or valued. Art gave me value, above everything else, When I shut down there was art. I was not seen or heard but my art was.
Art is my voice, my ocean.
I wonder if not being seen or heard is the reason I chose art to speak
for me, or did the art choose me when the ideas needed a voice.
"If Only" Dave Matthews Band
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