Stars In My Belly

I'm no longer a practicing artist. (Or has my definition of art simply changed?) Trying to figure out how to write about losing that old part of myself. How I still don't know if I lost it all on purpose. How that loss made me question my value as a breathing being. How it feels like I'm an astronaut in training...and how much, when I'm honest, I love it. That good suspense. Lengthen this tether, bit by bit. I'm going up, going out, stars in my belly. 

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