Oceans, blueberries,
bluejays, and the sky don't mind.
So what if I'm blue?
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Dianne de la Cruz
I am a Private Tutor who has loved to write since childhood. My elementary school teachers fostered my love of writing poetry and stories. I currently help students and adults to edit their work in order to submit their own best essays.
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Where there's Art there's Heart
Here's a stupid thing: I adore art, but I start to panic whenever I step into a gallery. In the one place I should be at my contented best - surrounded by walls teeming with creative expression - I fall apart. What ought to be an enriching experience, tacitly designed to facilitate the exploration of human empathy and perspective, is for me an overwhelming purgatory of anxiety that compresses me to the point I cannot breathe. At the same time, I experience a sense of extraction, as though my head is being prized open to create a hole so big my sanity could evaporate. Somewhere between these two opposing forces of vice and vortex, I feel myself dissolving in a stream of panic that makes me want to cry; and I feel so daft feeling this way, that all I want to do is run for the hills.
By Caroline Jane2 days ago in Humans
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