A few weeks ago I sat outside. It was just about to rain. The air was thick and humid, but still gave way to a cool and occasional breeze. I sat cross-legged in the driveway on a blue towel. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I tried to take in every sound, every […]
Every time you feel this way you act like it’s the first you’ve ever hurt. You act like you cannot cope. You act like the pain will last forever.
This is going to be a short post. I just wanted to say how much I love art. I used to never finish anything because I would make a mistake and suddenly what I intended to make didn’t seem possible. Now I see that’s the best part!
I’m a drop of water from the icicle of myself. That might not make sense, but that’s the only way I can describe it. I hardly feel sad. I hardly feel anxious. In truth, I hardly feel. Which makes me want to cry. The desire to cry – that’s the only feeling I have.