When you move back home you become the person you were when you left.
The problem is I don’t like this person.
The shy and lonely girl who left 12 months ago.
I can feel the shyness growing in my throat becoming a smile rather than a response in conversation.
I’ve lost my bark and my bite.
Isolation however is doing wonders for my creative soul, no distractions from the outside world.
But creativity comes at a cost.
Art can make others feel happy or sad but it cannot rescue my stability.
Is my mediocre art really worth my mind?