The Arts Are Killing MeSometimes I fear I am meant for the arts. Shackled to it. I am bound to it unwillingly. As if past lives were filled with art and creation.3d ago3d ago
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Your embraceI have felt the sun’s warmth in my chest, The soft clouds in my arms, The gentle hymn of my soul singing in my ears.Oct 5, 2024Oct 5, 2024
