Im not sure if Im back or not. Some memories have captured me and I can not capture them back. I feel like my lens is broke and the beauty is lock in my mind and wont come out. Ive found myself running the rat race in coorprate America and ive left my art behind. I need to get back, i need to find my way back. The spread sheets, graphs, percentages, rates, and all the B.S. that I officially face everyday have replaced my books, my camera, my writing. I just dont know how to get back. Here I am, but I dont know how I got here. Wow, Im not sure if Im lost or if I escaped myself and who I am. I am no longer descibed as artistic and creative, I am now demanding, ambitious, and cold.
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