Dusty Love

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We're trained to stress.  To practice and perfect. To schmooze and doodle around getting what we think we want.  Forgetting all about fun.  I am an wounded fighter trapped in the fake requirement of stressing about my art.  Unable to cross the bridge to a better me.  Today I finally printed the music.  Just the sound of the machine whirring away lifted my heart and I found joy.  I want to find art.  Not that big boogley kind that draws all sorts of attention and clicks. I want that secret art.  The quiet nook in the back of my mind where the dust bunnies symphonate and have awe-spiring creations.  I want the dirt of the world to bring color back in my soul.  That dusty love.


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