Reaching a fevered pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.
A whole lot of untapped talents r screaming in me, begging to be birthed.
A whole new dream awaiting to be unleashed.
Its in times like this that the artist in me comes alive – summer is kinda like the best time of the year for some of us January babies. And there aint no greater inspiration than the sounds of birds chirping early morning, the bloom in the veld, and the smell of wet sand after a pour of blessings, I swear , I could almost eat it.
There are times when I think im not answering to my calling, sometimes I think im in the wrong industry. Its pictures like this that unsettle me.
This is my dream – I could do this everyday of my life and not be paid-
that would be a taste of heaven. I let go and let God be.
SOMEBODY SAID COMFORT IS THE ENEMY OF DESTINY –
SO GETUP AND DO THIS THING
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