Love has driven me. Love inspired me. Inspires the art in me.
Love made me care, signifigantly more than I don't about people
The expression of love to one I am in love with gets the factory going. Output is real
Unrestrained. Not forced.
Everything flows
But it hasn't been flowing.
The flow is clogged. Not gone; still there, but at a standstill. No output. No passion. Just work
No love outputm no inspiration, no art. Forced art.
Bottled up. Waiting for one.
Subject to any, but waiting on one.
Let it all out, and return the flow
or find something else, to run on.
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