The warm blanket of oblivion leaves me craving, even in its best moment.I still want a little more, a little less, something to make it just perfect
and unending. As soon as I realize this is happening, I am right back where I started:
less happy, less confident, dissatisfied.
I get alone in these moments. I am alone. I abandon everyone and that’s how
I am alone.
Aloneliness.
This art helps me. You are out there on the other side of the pixels I am typing on. You are looking through this mirror, at me. Right? That I feel that, that stops the craving. I do not like the craving. It is the part of numb that drains the water out of the tub. But, this making of pictures of friends moving away to LA, unexpectedly not really and depressing a little and have a great time there find your people your tribe you will you always do even here, and the writing – it helps too. Right?
Reading this made me feel like the first cool north wind of the fall just blew in after a hot scorching summer. I know what I’m saying probably doesn’t make sense (especially to those who read people really well), but while looking at the photograph and reading the words, I felt captured, chill bumps…which caused me to pause briefly as I sensed that something was different. Now I’m craving more.
Yes.
Poignant.
One’s tribe.….…..very important
I like this one and “between us” a lot. I get it.
thanks!