I miss my creativity.
It is growing back like hairs from pigs.
Institutions are rigged,
How does it help, when I feel like this!
This feeling of destitude, not being able to draw because my brain has changed.
However, I am determined to gain back happiness so I don’t feel caged.
I feel rage, as I know, I am not the same.
I do, also, feel strong, knowing this eustress is a short plague – that I’ll overcome, its simply a stage.
I’ll be back to purity and love.
And for now I lean on God, knowing that this is my new job.
Gaining back clarity of creativity because I enjoy my dance in the craziness and complexity.
