Sweet Nothings & Stuff

So Im not that old Im still very much growing up but Id say that finally- emerging out of the age where I was suitably characterised as angsty and dare I say it... emo I no longer feel misunderstood. At least by myself. I quite literally let out a breath as a wrote that because I somehow with only a very vague plan (if that) a little coffee shop job and an artistic point-of-view (Id also like to thank the 150mg of Sertraline I now take daily bless up g) I have reached a stage where I feel that to be true and I dont know how many people (my age and far older) could say that. I dont have a proper title for it or any kind of degree to back it up- but if I am now (semi)confidently calling myself an artist then you could say that Im trying to figure out what my masterpiece is. I have big dreams but I cant exactly say what. I have something to say but something my Mother once told me on the phone (and in a moment of clarity I grabbed a rizla & a biro to write it down to keep and remember) sums this up best: The soul is so rich and words are such a clumsy tool. It might go away but for now I felt an urge to find catharsis in poetry. If you get what Im saying this far then youll get that Im not going to try and get you to see in my way well never see the world exactly the same but thats the beauty of trying to express it to each other through art. Plus... my way is kinda cute if you wanted to check it out...