I think I need to go back to playing and fooling around with crayons, paint, words and music. I’m no legit artist, but I know I can create, it may be something I will criticize, but I know I can create.
And at this moment, I have this very inherent feeling and need to create something that can probably save my life as of the moment. A prayer, a painting, a song, an essay. Something that I can use to take all this frustration and make it into something beautiful.
I need an easel and canvass. A piano. Pen and paper.
I’m restless. I guess this is what happens when there is no alignment.