It's Halloween week. I leave the house in the dark. I return home in the dark. The sky is gloomy and the rain won't stop. Why now?
my perception is selective. I can't stop fidgeting. Tonight, for the first time in my life, I called myself an artist. I. am. in. such. a. dark. place. // heavy heart and a head full of pesticide. And here I am. Able to call myself a fucking artist. I just needed to suffer for it.
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