You Might Find Yourself
Not a fun last couple of weeks, most of which has felt like what this guy must feel like, jumping off a building with the assurance that something is there to catch you.
I live up in the mountains near Tahoe and I've got the best seat in the house, Sierras lit up any time of day just to my left, but peace comes hard in the middle of an impossible availability I can't conquer. so instead I look left to see bright white snow while sweating in 90 degree weather and hope I can soon hear myself think.
no that's not a metaphor.
I'm just in between everything at the moment, peace and storm, free and trapped, and it's hard to concentrate on even the most precious things when that becomes life. I love this fashion I love this art I love this medium, but at the moment I feel like I'm neglecting it by being stuck.
But hopefully things will pick up eventually and maybe I'll stop feeling like the personification of a Langston Hughes poem, waiting hoping for the explosion, but for now, I'm just going to apologize for being a bad blogger and ask you all to bare with me for a little while longer. Please understand, I'll be back as soon as I can.
