My Muse

To be an artist takes courage, as i’m writing on the basement floor of my parents house, I was 16 and ready to fly, I drove all the way to the other side of the world to find it searching everything for this thing. Art was me, I swam in every puddle and quoite frazzling to my suprise as I write this know I enjoyed it. The struggle of today is the joy of tomorrow. This simple truth has always kept me going.

As a child I can remember been so scared to reveal my thoughts, sinister I thought these little thoughts of mine, echoed in laughter and disguise. I was a master of change, the little changling sparkled and bright was my youth, a ruler of my childhood, I cared not for any appraisal, nor preparation for anything I was and am a true fly by night

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