The idea.

Im not sure who said this.. or what it said exactly :) but they said something like reading is a window into the exploration of imagined worlds without travel... now I dont know but, hear me out

I hope this won’t be too corny but I already know what’s at stake! ISDIMA. However, this is important. A few days ago I read a subtrack, “do it, or not-you will regret either way” and admist the choas of life, sort of like a rush in eurika, it started right there. An idea. The idea sparked, Plant a rose.

I am certainly not the greatest writer but I hope I’ll share this, I want to call journey, with you as honestly as I can, however best I can. For the first time, within the moment of the sparked idea, I think I truly appreciated the gravity of an artist’s muse to the artist. Though I am also not an active creator, I had this great sense of appreacting my discovery of the thing, the person, the life, the feeling I can call my own muse. You. Its cheesy I know, but I hope you still here!

One thing I know I am is certainly an action person. I have taken the time to share with you one of my “arts”. So I want to plant a rose for you, why? Maybe this is my version of “kiss and tell”, but with roots and petals, honesty and nerves.

Instead of stolen kisses and butterflies, there’ll be soil under my nails, a heart in my hands, and truth in my words.

xoxo

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