On Being an Artist and a Hesitant yet Free Spirit

my takes on everything art related, and anything that is loosely connected or makes a loose connection that I observe and make, exploring a rarity in genres having been existent that is probably an incedibly small, invisible hesitance kills creativity. serious enough hesitance widdles away at the soul that weaves it thoroughly through to you. i have been weaved despite being a free spirit that can’t handle large portions art is boring, life is surreal, truth is always stranger than fiction, truth that lures strangers on large scales is almost always beneficial to become and to be covered up and eventually forgotten, old news lost in the abyss of the tnjjm smmm a third one is happening enough for llllltiyiii i wear my heart on my sleeve and it can cause awkward momenta of human friction