Upon inspection and some ordained feeling of restitution to the greats, I have been reminded by the fact that most writers and artists whether they achieved or acclaimed fame, or even after grasping the touches of some form of notoriety. Started their career as a junkie with forays into conviction as well. This is truly astounding to me. In a newfound sober life, and long term excursions of the same manner especially “junkism,” I struggle with the fact that perhaps my own works have been lacking, with only Spirit to guide me as a source of profusion as of late. Though one is not in their right mind after it has been altered, or I formerly was of the idea – enhanced; was my work that I toiled at “not in the right mind” really all that good? Was it worthwhile? Was there any meaning to it? Or was I chasing my own refuge with whatever activities entailed. Besides mind altering or enhancing, the only inspiration I truly feel is Heartbreak. You could say Love as well, but I do not ascertain myself in those manners.
Moving on.
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