In attachment with humanity, with reality, as they call it... It's emotionally hard to know, that what I write or paint, it's not yet or ever will be understood by most. People don't perceive a creative spark as something of value. "That's not going to change the world!", they say... "Didn't you ask my opinion?!" once more... Agrrr..

Just because it's what I dream to happen, why would they think I would do it alone? Why do they preceive it as arrogance? I'm trying to be gentle here... Not even that... Just playing me, as fun and exciting as I choose to be free.

Reflexions... I got to accept it... And move on. I'm here with a purpose, I must be strong.

I won't stop, not yet!