From an empty page, to a strangers gaze
I think it comes down simply to the fact that we are the source of what gives meaning to our creativity
That we ARE creativity
Believing,
Grieving
And yet still deceiving, saying to ourselves:
I can’t dance and I’m definitely not musically gifted,
What is the point anyway
The point is ANY WAY..
Because you decide if it leaves or stays, when it begins or ends..
TODAY
Make new friends
Bad choices
Lift other’s voices
Make LOVE
Make a f*cking UFO
Make time
Make yourself okay
Make someone smile, not decay
Because for that crazy desire to put out your creativity
The opposite has to exist
Not to put a stop to your course
Or to cut you from your source
But to evolve
You haven’t dissolved
Just been made miraculously better,
You're a go-getter