I breathe art in every form possible, from consumption to creation itself. Words physically move me, hitched breath and clenched fists.
However, I'm creatively trapped inside my own head. I create, breathe, build and live within the walls of my mind. I'm extremely insecure to a point where I self-sabotage or even avoid any forms of physical creation; one cannot judge one's work if there is no work produced. It's an absolute horrid idealogy and hopefully I'll overcome my own demons.