for the artist, creatives, makers

My heart bleeds for the artists, the makers, and the creatives. I think it alway has, because I am one, but more importantly because I’ve been there and I’ve felt that pain. 


I’m one of the lucky ones, I’ve had someone my whole life telling me it would be okay, even when my world was on fire. I lived in the dark, stared into the void, contemplated the end more than I did my homework, I’ve survived. And the how I did it is a story for another time, but let me just be here for you. 


Because I know us artist and creators are always trying our best to communicate the incommunicable. Always trying to understand and shout about things that don’t have shape, or colour, or texture. 


So let me talk to you, tell you I see you. Tell you I know the pain it takes to continue to pour your heart into your art, and the fear that comes when someone sneaks a glance. There is so much joy and beauty in creating, and one day I’d like to tell you all about it, but here in the place I currently live, I wanna tell you the honest truth of how hard it can be. Not to scare you off, or make it seem less than its worth. But to show you I see it, I get it, I’ve felt it, I see you artist in your pain. 


I think my heart bleeds for the artists, because the artists bleed for all of humanity and can’t leave it there. They see all the pain there is to behold and can’t look away, can’t walk away without leaving a flower on the grave. And I don’t know how else to say it. 


So this one is for the makers, creatives, and artists, I tilt my hat to you and I raise my glass. A toast, to all the ones brave enough to face the music and come back to tell us all about it. May you be filled with light, and find the rest you so rightfully deserve. 

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