The Language of Creative Expression

Fifthly, language feels limiting. Art feels like home. You've always known deep down that words

alone can't quite capture what's happening inside your mind. Sure, you can have a conversation,

write an essay, maybe even nail a clever tweet now and then, but it always feels

like you're translating a song into Morse code. Language, for you,

is like trying to fit a sprawling epic mural into a tiny picture frame. It gets the gist

across, but loses all the color, the feeling, the magic.

That's why when you finally pick up a paintbrush, strum a guitar, scribble poetry

in the margins of your notebook, or lose yourself in a playlist, it feels like coming