in between here and before
wanting what we are nostalgic for hating before.
loving what we fear of losing now
hating this minute
fearing the next second
losing the mindset to continue to create
becoming acknowledged
for something created when you were someone else
petrified of never living up to who that was
falling in love
and out only to continue your "art"
does misery really make the best picture
does inner contentment cause settlement in your work.
i crave inertia, but hate the thought of losing her.