i need a creative outlet.
i’m too full, too overflowing with words and colours and galaxies to make any sense, too complicated yet too simple to be restricted to stupid school regimes.
a uniform that scratches and rules, rules, r u l e s ?;,: NOT-FOR-ME.
I CANNOT BE RESTRICTED.
; my need to express comes from each and every thought , a flow of utter uniqueness that oozes from each and every pore.
my eyes, one glass and one paint, see into four dimensions
AND N-O-B-O-D-Y HAS SEEN WHAT I SEE, EACH DAY.
it takes an artist to express, a poet to contemplate, a human to create.
you see, I N-E-E-D a creative outlet; my words and my glances are not e n o u g h.
i need somebody to write about, to paint about, to imagine beautiful things about, :,':,
AND M-Y-S-E-L-F IS NOT NEARLY CLOSE TO HALF OF ENOUGH.
(and nothing is enough)
i need a creative outlet, and words,,-these unsimplified thoughts--, - are not enough.
I THIRST FOR CREATION.
----i hunger for the sheer amazement of being able to e x p r e s s..;---
I N-E-E-D A CREATIVE OUTLET.
and i cannot do without one.