Find your tribe and then thrive

There is a void in me. I can feel and almost touch this void. This void is calling me, and I need to address it first.

The HB on the paper, with those wide lines in faint black and red. I can see my hand: my very first act of creation. My statement.

She sounded mature, grave, depressed, heavy, damned, charismatic, beautiful, fascinating, alluring, very enigmatic. All the things I wasn't.

an artist slash writer ⧿ she is trying to make it ⧿ I really don’t know what she does ⧿ but I love her very much ⧿ please don’t tell her...

In the background, La La Land soundtrack provides that kind of je ne sais quoi which we all need when writing. A mixture of rhythm, feel...