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May Sketches 2012
The first week of May was a rather liberating one heh
Every time I think that some peace and order have finally come into my life I loose everything and have to start from scratch. Where did my youth go? That spirit I was once so proud of has been replaced by a large bird of prey resting on my shoulder, pushing the few people that care about me away, taking the warmth from my heart. For a while my stupid little drawings were my only comfort but even that became so meaningless. Get up, got to work, pay rent force myself to eat and just like that 4 years have gone by and now I am an "adult".
For a long time I was so frozen inside, no not even "sad". No, the notion of grief amuses me. Something else festering inside, it was not even anger. It is a nameless voracity
This is my life. I will live it.
And no these stupid drawings are not meaningless. Hell they are mediocre at best. But its not the drawings themselves that matter. It is the lines and what each hold and represent to me. The bus, the sidewalk, under a tree, when I was afraid, when I was brave, when I was tired coming back home feeling more alive than I ever had. When I was in love.
I pray for strength, to be immobile and like a mountain endure the storm and wind as my upraised arms touch the sun
The first week of May was a rather liberating one heh
Every time I think that some peace and order have finally come into my life I loose everything and have to start from scratch. Where did my youth go? That spirit I was once so proud of has been replaced by a large bird of prey resting on my shoulder, pushing the few people that care about me away, taking the warmth from my heart. For a while my stupid little drawings were my only comfort but even that became so meaningless. Get up, got to work, pay rent force myself to eat and just like that 4 years have gone by and now I am an "adult".
For a long time I was so frozen inside, no not even "sad". No, the notion of grief amuses me. Something else festering inside, it was not even anger. It is a nameless voracity
This is my life. I will live it.
And no these stupid drawings are not meaningless. Hell they are mediocre at best. But its not the drawings themselves that matter. It is the lines and what each hold and represent to me. The bus, the sidewalk, under a tree, when I was afraid, when I was brave, when I was tired coming back home feeling more alive than I ever had. When I was in love.
I pray for strength, to be immobile and like a mountain endure the storm and wind as my upraised arms touch the sun
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can we meet up this summer?