Right now I am this. While everyone is saying just to go for it and you’ll get there, you’re talented. I can’t figure out how. My creativity is a raging animal trapped in a vault. I’m trying to remember, but I keep getting the combination wrong (when the fuck did I change it). And I sit frozen under my chest listening at it’s flesh and bones bruising against thick metal casing. Even if it eventually opens, how’s it even going to look.