If I asked for you to walk backwards and enjoy the scenery in a post-modern world of hallucination and deprived modernism, would you, seeing how far we have come, consider it at the least? Or would you so blindly bat an eye at the thought like a patron of the arts to a vagabond among a cluttered city street? I would like to say you have matured past that stage of complete nihilism towards childhood dreams and words misunderstood, but I am sorry to say the image you have now reflects the wealthy patron of broken hearts.
Are my words too metaphorical for you or just not that important? Or is it the history of violence and intensity of my passion that throws you off? Who cares?
There is a great chunk of both our lives living in silence and whether it is ever to be spoken of is up to the architect, not the artist. But the architect is an artist at heart and we as artists have a great tendency to be irrational. So, was the moment of silence of which we shared in complete and utter confusion of our beings an irrational afterthought to never be thought of again or was it more a turning point to only learn half of? I mean to say it seems we are no longer confused. We have a good footing upon which direction to step in. But are we really going to let something so important to our morphing of who we are, where we have gone and where we are going to be left in silence? I believe the more we understand something, the more intelligent we become. And does that not make perfect sense?
So here I am, not the battered, medicated psyche patient you kissed four, maybe five years ago. No. Here I am, the artist I have been dreaming of. There you are, the architect who can finally adore herself the way she deserved. Matured? Definitely. Healed? Pretty sure. Speaking? No. Why? Somebody is scared and I know it’s not me, never was. So speak, child. So speak, you beautiful influence. So speak and let your impact be heard. And when your dust settles, the air you breathe will be much cleaner and a piece of your puzzle in life will silently fall into place. You’ll be that person you’ve always wanted when you start to live life with no regrets. Here’s a start; quit regretting me.
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