Free will, open thoughts, scarce resources, random moods, good music...

Art.

A beautiful display of emotions that can be depicted so uniquely.
Only understandable to those with a mind's eye.
I'm at peace with myself, and now I can freely write off pure emotion and not off disoriented thoughts.
My spirit has been released of its demons and I'm patching up the holes with the Godly presence that continues to follow me.
My Art can now be pure, my Art can now be real; my Art is no longer mental, because I've found my freedom.

I'm delivered