Art needs space to breathe and grow, both physically and emotionally.
Like a blank canvas and a set of paints are just the beginning of self-expression.
Like pictures and pieces from the past serve as timeless sources of inspiration.
Like a small, cherished corner of my workspace becomes a reflection of who I am.
That same corner, where my poetry hangs, speaks of my artistic evolution.
Like the photographs taken along the way capture the love and support you’ve found throughout your journey.
Similarly, the person I fell in love with shapes how I see myself in the mirror and how I believe I deserve to be loved.
For the first time, I feel a sense of completeness, living with the love of my life, confidently hanging my poetry on walls that have become a canvas for our shared painting of love.
Overcoming the insecurities of my once hesitant singing voice, letting my creativity flow freely and fearlessly.
I’m happy to see this side of me. For so long, I believed my pieces were tied to pain and longing. But these smiles, these moments of joy, have brought colors into my world that I never dreamed were possible.
I love you, and I can honestly say that I’ve started to love myself more.
Clueless Ink 
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