I have found my center I approach the world with joy - fear has no place here, its voice quieted by my conviction. This is the path I will take. I am on my way.
The child’s soul dies in time as the weight of living suffocates the dreams of youth that can be found only if one shakes off the shackles of a normal life and has the courage to stand in the face of judgement and create that upon which they dream.
Starved for time to practice the art, I am full of excuses for why the page remains barren - the pen unbled - I’ve no appetite for the truths revealed in black on white.
