The soul knows no age, my love. No space, no place, no actual sense of' time. The soul knows no agenda. No boundaries, no limits, no expectations. The soul knows frequency. It responds to vibration. The soul knows when you finally cut ties from those who attempt to dim its essence. From things that aim to drain its presence. This is the power of the artistie empath. They move through their soul. They've opened the door to every dark corner of their mind to find the shadows hiding there. And visit with them. They deeply understand that the recognition and radical acceptance of every version of self is essential to creation. What once felt like an isolated corridor, is now a hub for alchemy. And the shadows? They aren't asked to leave. The artistic empath invites them to stay. Their wisdom reminds to call upon them for transmutation. Suddenly, they are the poems that allow others to feel seen. The paintings that bring peace. The flowers that speak subliminal messages of love. Piece by piece, the shadows are transformed. No longer so big, no longer so loud. Until one day, their voices become nothing but mere echoes. Even though, they were never actually told to be quiet in the first place. You see, the artistic empath has lived through the juxtaposition of light and dark. Black and white. That's why these individuals shine so bright. All that's left is color.