I believe all great Art was created through an artist unseen pain. The type of pain you feel on the inside in which the only way to get rid of it is to release it in some form on the outside. Then the greatest masterpieces are created and felt in each artists stroke. Rather it be his stoke of the musical keys. Or his brush. His pen. Or even his keyboard. The artist is able to let go and allow the pain to flow. Sort of like a physical manifestation of hurt.
What a beautiful gift.
Even though all i feel is pain, my creativity flows freely, as if it just wants to burst forth and show it’s face to the world. But it is fueled by hurt. And what is more scary than that; is the fact that if I didn’t hurt, would I then have anything to create? Would I have anything to give the world?