The artist and I
But what is writing if not for evidence of thoughts, thoughts that can't be trusted spewing with emotion waiting to betray me. The strength in my writing has always been the raw emotion, the nonlinear irrational thought pattern that has carved me up more times than allow myself to acknowledge. How can I learn to write as a conscious observer? Please let these new lessons allow me to harvest the creativity inside me while at the same time, allow me to harness the ego that destroys. The artist and I cannot coexist. I need to be free.