I am at my Lowest.

Sudden Death via Poetic Diggings

Clint, Alfred, 1807–1883. Public Domain

Over the years, I had culminated some confidence as a writer. I started thinking that I have something to offer — maybe flow or honesty. Something. Lately, the purpose was also becoming reacheable — to meditate, to discover and to express. To fully dive into writing with no care of perception. Looking at Nasreen Mohamedi’s work gave me a lot of strength in the purpose of art…