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I didn't want to talk about anything for a long time. Plunging into creative silence, I fell into myself. But in the contradictions of creative silence, thoughts are constantly echoing in the head. There are many of them. They are cramped. Feeling internal resistance, I still have to say it.
The war continues in my country. This fact could not pass me by without leaving an imprint and touching the creative strings. The vibration shook my inner world, but by force of will I restrained and muffled it, releasing only a thin line on the paper. There is a strong desire to look towards the world with a smile, and to leave the scratches somewhere behind, but on the back, because they will not go anywhere. And unfortunately, blood continues to ooze from them.
Let this theme pass through my creativity with a light, barely noticeable breath. After all, this is me, and it is deeply about me.
