what a shame your Ego eclipses your art(I)stry. you have allowed yourself to be possessed by the environment you are in. your creativity, stifled by the recognition you desire. your passion, a mere reflection of the passions of others.

but didn’t you know? the greatest artists were poor in wealth, crafting their art in the dimly lit opium dens filled with drunkards and thieves. the greatest writers and poets were despondent recluses, the greatest musicians, eccentric and outcast. we are the unknowns, we are the no ones. we are those with no name but the visions in our dreams to guide us through the broken paths in its orbit.