Art is one of the few things that seem to inspire me. My ambivalent mind expands and retracts due to creative and non-creative influences. I have so many things I want to do and accomplish but I pine over my earlier youth when I wasn't tainted by society and the fear of rejection or failure. My outgoing nature can only be brought out by others. For some reason I act as a muse to almost everyone but myself, which really sucks cause I'm an artist and need my own muse to be inspired. Other artists and writers inspire me because they remind me of what I'm not and what I can be. At the end of every day the passion is always with me but my progress slows down and speeds up like a heartbeat.
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