A drop of water drips from the back of my faucet; a clear insect darting on the surface of everything. My nose drips. The world commands and my body responds. I envy those who are sane enough to not call themselves artists. Creating is the worst thing you can do with your life. To create is to assume that what you've given life to will learn to stand on it's own in the eyes of others. But nothing I create will ever mean as much as what I put into it.

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