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But it's so hard because it hurts.
And I'm afraid I might scare myself from the great love in front of me if I think too hard about the hurt living on in love. But this is my art. To take a feeling and dissect it. Bring its most unspoken parts alive, and say them. Sometimes I hesitate because like me, people don't wanna hear about the hurt either. My words - my art - sometimes creates an uncomfortable sensation in people. Or reminds them of an old belief they haven't let go of. Or of forgotten moments of self consultation they had probably consciously released, because, let's face it. It is really hard to take some of these feelings of hurt and learn from them. Embrace them fully. To devote life to understanding them. To innerstanding them. It can be very difficult. Sometimes nothing else matters but my urge to dig in the fabric of life and create sensation through words. This addiction has me often sick with emotion. Continuously & fully taking on surrounding energies. To learn, to calculate, to feel everything available to feel. I can't shut it off. And my brain may go wild and my chest fly too high with anxiety. The anxiety of a tornado of unprocessed emotional junk, spewing from the cracks of the world's ego. But it is in this feeling, that I came to know my calling. And it is this, that lays out the lessons I know I must learn, in this lifetime. It is this, that has bread my direction. "

..............miss..............mica.................. <3
A blog post for today .

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