I have no words.
This hasn’t happened for quite some time.
As I watch my creativity hide in the shadows of my mind, I wonder how my brain turned into such a maze.
A fog has fallen, but not the kind of fog I feel inclined to write about; rather the dense weight of a seemingly insolvable mystery, born from misunderstandings and nurtured by confusion.
Typically, when my thoughts draw blank canvases, I hide in silence. It becomes simple for me to believe that my worth is diminishing along with my poetic patterns and inspired movement.
Today I choose bravery over doubt. I choose self-patience, and self-forgiveness. I choose to believe that I am powerful because I exist, not because I create.
Being an artist means holding a mirror to self and society, declaring an honest perspective of the human experience.
Today I will not tell myself I feel beautiful for the sake of a poem. I will choose to feel at peace with feeling sad and loving quiet.
It is not so bad when you realize it is not so wrong to have heavy days.
Today, this is my reflection, and I am here to accept myself
~ exactly as I am.
From one of my favorite shoots ever with 📷: @benscorah
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