I don’t do the things I love to do. I don’t create what I feel I was born to create. I don’t write like I used to. I don’t feel myself. And honestly, I’m making no effort to change it because I’m hoping deep down it just passes.
I never knew I was someone who was so in tune with the artistic side of life. But when they say that artists live through their art, I finally get it because I live it. I feel alive when I create, I feel best when I write what needs to come out. And if I’m not expressing what I can’t explain inside, then I honestly feel like a dry dead desert.
It’s a tormented life to live because everything will feel upside down if your art is not coming out. It’s a weird statement to make, but it’s like inspiration is my heartbeat that pumps the creativity through my veins to keep me alive. If I don’t have both, then I don’t have life, & I don’t have me.
To the creatives: you’re not weird for feeling this way. You were made to bring something special to this world. I know we have down times, but you’ll get through it & share something brighter than you could have ever dreamed.
To the people who think they’re not creative: you are. You might not thrive off of it like some, but you were also made to create, & to give who you are to the world.
It’s okay to have flat lines in life, just make sure you revive yourself at some point.
— abbey kay
*brought to you by a girl who is ready to be jolted back to life