Does it hurt, when you’re down in the dirt, crud and fucking mud about. When you create and others get credit and take the clout.
Start to wonder what life’s about - create to inspire, create like a campsite with no fire - you’ll need to stick it out, rub all you have together, weather the weather, determine whether you’re flame stays lit in any weather.
Increase, decrease, in between the crease - like a woman ready to climax, you best not cease.
You’re not sure if success is faking it or if it will really come…