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I feel my freest when I'm dipped into creativity. I cry easier, as if I don't have to bar up gates to hold back water. Water is essential. The ties and bonds I feel become looser and there is a sense of love all around. I feel like myself. A radicalist with a message, a message I've always had inside but seemed to have lost in the mess of life cycles. I don't have this yearning for something else because I am able to feed it to myself. I feel nana's hands behind my back pushing me into my bliss. "Well, good thing she didn't do it for you" She says. She always took care of me. Even when her own blood would say something nasty. How can you not become who you really are when your entire life was spent being taught love and individuality.

I am becoming who I want to be. Life has been giving me opportunities to explore the creative. It's my work.