The Reason I Go to an Empty Space

Intensity can feel almost like violence, a raw and unsettling emotion.
Yet I believe every artist understands it.
When I’m consumed by an idea, a goal, or a passion too heavy to carry,
I step into an empty space.
There, nothing can interfere.
Inside that emptiness, my intensity burns even stronger.
Without intensity, there is no dance.
Without passion, no seeds of art can be sown.
But the greater the fire, the more we need quiet hours and silent places.
A room stripped of distractions, a space for meditation,
a corner for prayer—empty, still, waiting.
In that emptiness, the heat cools, and inspiration arrives.
That inspiration ignites again,
turning into intensity, into artistic passion, into flame.

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