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There is a perpetual disarray of discontent aimed towards me. It has a disgusting feel to it…like someone is attempting to strip you bare, and push you into the streets for viewing.

I recline on my thoughts, not to idle. To identify if I missed something. Giving people the benefit of the doubt comes to mind first. After I elaborately decorate my mind – string here, thought there, I come to a conclusion…but I am more upset.

I then remember that if I, or any of you reading this, weren’t incredible…

No one would say anything. Your supposed mediocrity would be welcomed with open arms and a cake, probably.

Those who are amazing continue to rise, releasing elements meant to weigh one down. All the while, still aware of where they came from.

Art enlightens and encourages. So if the opposite is occurring, assume the opposite. I’ve had my time to be melancholy about it all, now I’m observant and aware.

I love creating, coming up with new clothing designs, characters, music or illustrations. I don’t do any of it to upset anyone. It heals me to do so.

I enjoy when it encourages other people because creation is just that. Imagine who or what inspired me?

So idle on that.