You think you can avoid [pain,] but you actually can’t. If you do, you just get sicker, or you feel more pain. But if you can speak it, if you can write it, if you can paint it, it is very healing.

The limitations in life do not necessary limit you.

Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one’s natural self.

O’ melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.

Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.

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