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.