I worked on poetry for three hours. It felt great.
Art is me breathing, not rationalizing me breathing.
I created a melody, then cried. It was beautiful.
I practiced it and felt hollow. I moved on.
I created a GIF for work and then wrote this.
I am still in sweats.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
I worked on poetry for three hours. It felt great.
Art is me breathing, not rationalizing me breathing.
I created a melody, then cried. It was beautiful.
I practiced it and felt hollow. I moved on.
I created a GIF for work and then wrote this.
I am still in sweats.
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