I say a lot that is unimportant. I am compelled
to write. My heart has been broken many times, the pain of the world
rests on my shoulders. I feel the trials our beautiful Earth has endured
with our carelessness. It will not stand for this mu
ch
longer. The only way I can communicate this is with beauty. My anger
and hopelessness can only be assuaged by beauty so I create it or view
it, feel it, or hear it. If you are lost these are things to make you
whole..we would perish without them and strange to say they are a
dagger in the black hearts of the monsters. sometimes they capture me
but not for long, I am too strong for them to defeat. All the life lived
has been a war yet I survive in the beauty I and others create. My
children, my friends,. and as someone said (fz) beauty is not music, music is the best. To me it is all music.
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