ghostnappa
How do I start with art.
It is a movement within that insists that it must get out.
It is never second guessing.
It is resilient,
it is insisting,
it is a friend.
I grope for a foothold, a hiding place.
I run from an unseen danger.
This is not a game.
it is fear,
it is blindness.
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the words Jake reaches for
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