I feel guilty
when my friend tells me
I’m writing for fame.
On a good day
I believe him.
On a bad day
I know it’s not true.
I began writing
to make sense of things.
It turned into a purpose
that nobody can take away from me.
It has grown
from a big baby
into a clumsy child,
who enjoys writing schoolboy poetry.
If I don’t invent a purpose for my life,
somebody else will, and that is a living hell.
Intellectual Shaman 
If we don’t tell the world the suffering we’ve endured, they make monsters of us. ❤️🌻
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That’s true, although, I don’t mind being a monster. It’s a gratifying feeling. The villagers are angry, and they have pitchforks!
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I don’t mind it, for a while. But then it gets old and makes you bitter. And you can’t open your heart, as a child would. 🙏❤️🌻
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That is so true! I just went to an internal war as I post my latest music video. I felt guilty after, but at the same time, I felt like was a purpose, more like a duty in order to release my childhood trauma. So I trusted my intuition and so far it’s the best video ever done it.
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Art is the best psychiatrist!
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You sing your own song and inspire others to do the same.
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Thanks David! 🙂
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