Sometimes I feel like I'm on another level...
Not a higher one or lower one, just a different one. And to be frank, I haven't met too many men that are on the same level. I yearn for that creative and honest brother. Every time I meet one, he disappears. Maybe he can't face his creativity yet. Most people can't. It's hard to explain that being creative is the cousin of being insane. Most folks just can't relate. Most artists have a bit of insanity in them. It's the drive and the constant grinding. After a while, you don't know what it's like to be normal anymore. It's like every one that is not doing what you are doing are the crazy ones. It's like what do you mean you sleep at night? And how come you don't work all day everyday? And you actually get to eat at a reasonable hour? We live in a world where the creative people are somehow quarantined. Like we have the plague. The creative plague. FYI people, it isn't contagious. Either you have it or you don't. Question is, when will you realize it?