It hurts to be this way. The cuts hurt. The cramps hurt and i am so tired.
Have you ever been so tired that you aren’t sure that you are alive? Have you ever been so tired that you want to die just so you can shut your eyes? It’s 4 am. Do you know where your artist is?
what happens when your creativity is not your own? when your hands and eyes are in the service of another? what if there is another you? a you who never sleeps?