Darkness bubbles up to the surface bursting forth acrid memories. Filled with fear,insanity, and death. The smell, the feel , the look of death forever with you. You joke about what you can. You make art about what you can. But the rest the worst you push down creating a cross that you alone can bear.It will always be with you. Running,Hiding,Running,Hiding,Running,Hiding . Im not alone. We all have our crosses to bear.make someone laugh, make them smile, make them think, make them cry honest tears. Get your mind off things for a while. Show the darkness so we dont forget. Show the light as well so we know its not always like that. Make art thats true to yourself, art thats real. Thats how I roll. Healings slow work and life is a scary business.But we are not alone no matter how we feel . Cling to love, to laughter, to smiles. To friends, and family and joy. Let the hardness scab over when you can. Its a strange, surreal journey. Just got to keep plugging. Dont go gently into that goodnight. Im not.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 04:02:12 +0000
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