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i hate looking at you that way
like it's useless. like the situation you're in is useless
like the things you're doing to keep it together are useless
like the things you're doing to get out are useless.
but when i watch you scrub until your fingers are rough
and i see what you've been trying to clean
it really does feel useless
The greatest way to express your inner beauty
Is through what is inside. That natural "beauty."
It's the way you create and expect simply those to become inspired by your works.
Blood, sweet, and tears that are shared with a sometimes unforgiving art and viewer society.
It's the way you told me "never to stop" as I almost placed my artistic tools down due to feeling the void of the world's way of making one feel "invisable."
While those jealous of my threat of talent tried to keep me on the ground...
It was your hand and the gift to help me up that is so profound.
When I see other artists, I see a "family" and a "special community.."
Held together by the strong stitches binding the fabric which is true "unity."
When I rate a painting, read a creative passage, or I hear a new song..... I welcome another so brave  to share.
I unite them with one another.
They might not buy your work, they might "dog" it down.
The artists of our unity told me "never give up due to what appears impossible and unreachable."
"For the day will come and so will the miracle."'
Of others appreciating, openly , what creative pieces come from the soul."
"For even the ugly duckling had growing pains before he grew into a swan."
It can be quick or slow
But Onion Peels got me ready to flow.

I write to read what emotion I live in my path. Who I am. whats been acomplised. It's all just perseption you know.

I a free moving soul. Dancing on a 70 degress breeze, moving through galexies. While my feet sink deeply into roots. I am all of this on my own two feet you are just as I living your peace. Love and hate swirling to mate. But can never be one. So they create friction that sparks dust fate. We are but star dust seeking its source. Forever living in cycles of form because our minds can't concieve being al(l)one.
"You already know everyone."
All that's happened up to this point
it has not been easy.
It has come with equal discomfort
as comfortable as I truly I am.

And although its not very sturdy,
this is the table in which it lays.
It's not easy but I am happy,
And I know it'll get easier in time.
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