Art is my language
In the same way that I might be smarter or deeper in my mother tongue I can assure you that I can find ways to express in Art that I can't otherwise. You can tell to learn other ways, or to channel my words in order to get to you, But then I realize that I have been bloking my true language away from me. I speak with images and I learn through them I won't be told stupid to not learn in ways that is predisposed I won't let myself to feel less for not following certain rules Wanting to make other new ways to fix the same problem. The end is what matters at the end. And I just seem to rebel the pre-existing ways sometimes. I can follow other times and that auto-mode will lead me here, to you To some words that need to get out and tell you a story, my story. I am channeling here to whoever is interested to connect with it I cannot change other people's channel that don't aling with mine. But I won't change in order to fit in their channel either. Because that woul