Volatility is the price I pay for creativity. Swinging pendulums do little to compare to the distance travelled in a mood and moment. The real question looms, as it always has: is it worth it? Is brilliance truly circumcised madness? I feel as though I toe the line between two realities, and as tempting as it may be to revert to barbarism, as easy as that may be, I know it is not my truth.
Finding that truth on a red couch in a musty office is not my idea of absolution.
What I do know is that my creativity is my essence. I don't want to dilute it. My movements, like my wit, like my coffee [which I'll never drink, but keep for its demeanor], are best served black.
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About Me
- Jasmine
- I am a cross-continental experiment. I love hard. I sing better than most. I'm funny. My mom wanted me to write. So I did.
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