Creativity is no longer lucrative

Passionate lovers of art would eventually use hands that had once created art, to tear it to pieces.

This was not a premonition..... It was my very own cold experience...

My art was a reflection of who I am.

I once believed by destroying my work I could erase myself.

I realize I have been so reformed that I am no longer tolerant of pleasure.

I have spent most my life learning how to withstand hardship

Asking me to enjoy myself now is asking to much...

Ultimately...

It is easier for me to suffer.

Submission date January 23, 2011