Creativity is messy. The hair, wild eyes, enamored thoughts, uninhabited vulnerability, love, relationships. Facets of light with glimmering spouts of happiness, bartering unexpectedly with dense, grey clouds of dismal despair. It’s messy, but there is no greater drug than creativity in its entirety. Have a way with your brokenness, take the pieces and make them into a beautiful story
B In Transition 