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I thought about creating a piece of art today. In dedication to, out of dedication, with dedication, whatever. I am relaxing in being myself, in knowing that I live a life based on the emotional. Keats said that one should live melancholy to the fullest in order to enjoy the positive aspects of life more. He is right, even though I am not melancholic right now. I do not need to create a piece of art today; I do not need to express myself right now. I have read so many things in contradiction with what I know that the created piece of art would have no value to me at all. I only remember what refines me as a person, what is positive, from what I can learn, take with me in life.
I am feeling incredibly affectionate today, I want to fill myself with warmth, give warmth, be light for one last time. I do not blame, I am not hateful, I just live while being content with who I am. Ridicule is for later. Like the piece of art I didn't create.
Everything will just have to wait now.