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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Deliver me.

I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere down south when spending a week quite literally between two people who encompassed everything I am and used to be, I suddenly felt balanced. Lately I have been musing that back in my sad and dark days, I so wish that I had a creative outlet such as writing or photography. I find that I'm the most creative in my extreme highs and lows and passion flows through my veins.

When I feel balanced, I feel still and not one bit creative. It's like the words or feelings can't surface because I'm in perfect harmony with myself. I understand how artists such as songwriters, poets, musicians and painters create such beautiful artwork when they are in the midst of struggles and aspirations. Isn't it always true that when a band becomes mainstream, their second and third albums leave much to be desired?

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