My mind, my imagination found themselves short, needed another way to release that pressure an anxiety that pretty much did not stopped until satisfied.
Figmental, essential, found itself crucial….
My imagination off limits needed babysitting, taking me off limits, imaginary essentially, practically satisfying, never annoying….. Everything, anything inspired me. Was I getting crazy? Was I finally found my niche?
No cliché?🤷🏻♀️