Day 6: Art drain

If a word or two could best describe the whirl wind of emotions we churn up on a daily, then we would all be boring scriptwriters. Act! She says. Lately, I have been procrastinating...on painting. The one lawless world, suddenly a rift of barriers and fears, I moulded from the dead crevices of my mental being. … Continue reading Day 6: Art drain

Note 7: Another kind of Death

I don't fear death of my body Life away from this controlling world I fear death of my creativity I fear becoming paralysed by the money aspiration of this world I fear that their good intentions may mean the death of me…of me A death from which I may never be able to rise from … Continue reading Note 7: Another kind of Death