I’m sorry I’ve been away.

I wish I had something to say.

But I always want to be profound just for the hell of it.

The art of the self should be enough for us, you know?

Keep the critic quiet, she’s been at the wheel for long enough, let her go.

And just make a wish for yourself that you can stop being a user of that drug called doubt.

When it stops you from feeling, it’s time to get to get it out

Free what needs to be created.

Make mistakes, make perfection.

Creation is meant to be a playground, not a graveyard.

You’re still not convinced?

Well, let me tell you this

You made your doubts

Regardless of whom planted them in the garden of your heart, you may be watering them.

I say this in the thick of it, not from the other side you can rise above it all, and in the end be filled with pride.