Tension had increased between this and that, here and there, them and us and past and present until my honesty severed allegience to all that drowned spirit and creativity.  I am a ghost to some people and mindsets now but a revived artist walks about in freedom now. 

I am aware of the power of creative choices now and place a cathartic experience over shallow financial pursuits that steal my time and energy.  And with every witness of an enlightening experience, I bloom and excite over newfound words and sounds and ways of expressing ideas.  Conversation had become a blessing where my words ran dry or fell on deaf ears and mute minds.  And in the dry land, God had poured inspiring waters over where I walked so that no matter my failings, I became a wellspring. 

My appearance will appear soon in photos of a maturer self and, through motion picture, a fluid expression of angst and heartbreak, in ugliness and false beauty.  Truth and deception always lie in the balance and I would be pleased, in either performance or written word, to portray or expose them both.  And so I continue to breathe and live in the tension.