Saturday, 11 February 2017

The puppeteer




They do not see what you see, they do not know where your Ind travels too, when it claws to its escape from the confines of normal. Yet as a creative escape it must, to dizzying heights, where the eagles soar, and you can see jungles like little dots of vast greenery. This is your time. This is your life. If I were to be reincarnated I'd come back as a more self assured self, the girl who knew that the words on the page weren't mocking her, but were asking her for collaboration. The reality is so many of us, have potential that we tuck away, so we can confirm to the demands of being normal. So others won't alienate us, so others won't define us as weird , indifferent, bizarre, so we don't look at our creativity as something to be a cast off. See what you see, hear what you hear, feel what you feel, you are the magician, you must also be the puppeteer , pull some strings and bring it to life.