"But writing is an art, and artists thrive on showing off their innards. This remains true and applies to me. There is a part of me that will forever be cloaked by mystery, and that is the part that allows me to write so feverishly. The more clear-headed I feel, the less like "myself" I feel, and the more likely I am to write innanely and/or mundanely. I guess this means that my most artistic self is fucked in the brain."
-Exploding Ego
That pretty sums it up. Where have I gone?
A friend told me that I don't have to worry about losing my art, because I am art. Well, this is why I feel like I've lost it. Drawing doesn't come to me naturally anymore either, because my best art is made when I am hungriest for release, distraction. What happens when you're not looking that hard? If you have no strong emotion, you have no passion. If you have no passion, you have no art! So what then?
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