Amelia L. Edwards

Because soon is nothing.

Soon is freedom.

‘I am being consumed by art. I no longer view art, art views me. I feel it in my soul. There’s something tragic in this feeling, for you can never give art back what it gave to you. Yet I will devote my life to appreciate the wonders the artworks have to show.’

My vision is turning white and I do not know for how much longer I can keep doing this.

I want to let go.

I should let go.

But I can’t let go.

Because who would I be then?

An echo of the woman who I once was.

An echo of the woman I was meant to be.

‘How sad, she couldn’t handle the pressure. She could’ve come far’ They would say.

And that.

That is the worst case scenario.

Pity.

So I will pull myself together.

And I will do what I do best.

I will endure.