Perceptions of identity in internal conflict grow by the shared fear of being disproven.
Resistance, in the form of denial, turns into desperation and anxiety before it reluctantly ceases.
But sometimes it happens during the mental battle and human hardship that the most pressured of these perceptions fires a distress-rocket out of its protective trench.
Something instinctual in man appeals, and if need be demand an opportunity to express what has happened.
The signal often depicts itself in ways of expression already chosen at birth, without regard to the self-image's rigorous, albeit nervous defense.
And so the poet dictates,
the artist sings,
regardless if one never dared before, one dares now.
The feelings are preserved long after the battle has passed,
thoughts fade out of memory,
lost in one of the eternally sealed archives of the organism.
Yet the fragment that made it out is a beautiful remnant, an undeniable testimony that a creation of the soul can leave man.
This text is about things created during hardship.
Its about a thought i had, that maybe the things we create are the expression of our internal processes, needing to be heard by someone.