Every day it becomes harder and harder to find a reason to draw, write or even make a fool of myself in karaoke. It seams my major problem is lack of drive. A muse if you will. I do enjoy what I do. But without... Feedback from others. I wonder "why push myself?". I know I'm by any means good at what I do. Yet I continue to do it. "Why?" For some time the answer was simple. "I do it for others." But that way of thinking quickly faded as less and less ideas came to me. It got to the point now that I look at a black page and see just that. NOTHING. Where once I saw a world calling out to me. Maybe I should give it up. Maybe I should just be a drifter. I'd rather not. But then again. What more is there for me? All I am is an artist. And now... I'm not even that. What or who am I?... I won't blame any of you if you stop fallowing me. But this will be the last post till I find a new me.
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26 Oct 2016 10:54 CEST
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