It's a disturbing truth that a person is more creative and innovative when they're in the darkest of places.
Why is it that a person needs to (generally) be in that dejected state of mind before they can really open up their ideas?
It seems that while life is taking away all you happiness/comfort, it's giving you the gift of artistic genius, sharing a little of its perfection with you as part of a compensation deal.
It's a bitter-sweet moment, when someone can sit and express life in its rawest form.
A moment that I feel is catching up on all of us...
- xx
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