Why don't we speak of the others? Those who slumber in the spaces between?
Madness string 102167
I'm actually singing again, and enjoying music instead of analyzing it. I don't feel the urge to draw or write because it's only in my sadness that I feel the urge to create something, poetry, art, something that's made to soothe my hurt soul. It feels so different to want to appreciate art rather than create it. Both amaze me.