It's impossible I swear. When I actually wake up in the morning I feel excited about my day briefly, but then I realize I haven't been spending as much time as I once did being the artist I once was. Perhaps that's why I feel in such a choke hold?
I want to be locked away with a computer, my thoughts, dreams, ambitions, paper, art supplies and music in some leaky basement near a pool in the dog days of summer. It'll be cold there and I'll have a few companions.
Like Eugene the timid miniature italian greyhound.
Oasis the Siamese cat.
TJ the Sphynx.
and the cute little Nymph the Corn Snake Hybrid (Black King Snake + Red Rat Snake).
Together we'll have some relationship that cures my worries of being bad at everything I do. Whether it's art, music, relationships, school, as a daughter, as a friend.... or in life in general. I just want to have a way to feel like I wont mess everything up.
These little creatures are just a bunch of my desires that cast an idea of the real me I hide from everyone. By letting you read this I'm just pointing out what not many people may know about me. I hope someone catches it. I hope someone can understand me.
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