So I’m “kind of” back to you again. After months of intensive focus on painting and business, here I am, a wasted party girl with smudged make up creeping under your sheets at 5 am.
Yeah, I’m a bit heartbroken, maybe. But for the most part I’m just really tired and I don’t wanna go back to my cave and be confronted with the same worries for a while. I was so close to burning myself out, banging my head on the windshield. The Universe saved me with deus ex machina so I was able to stop myself before I totally lost control.
I love creating because it’s liberating. I love the release, the playfulness and the focus. I love catching the essence of what I want to bring into life.
I love you, writing, because I simply love words and I love the process of stringing them together. It’s like sewing up little magical things to create a new universe of infinite sensations, meanings and possibilities.
You could say I’m a little lost now and I have to dig deep to feel my roots again. You’re the best companion to do that. Only you have the ability to pierce through the thick mud I got myself stuck in.
I don’t know how long this process would be. I hope it’s okay with you to accommodate me for a while. I just have to sort things out and poke over here and there in the meantime. I think I can promise you that I’d be silent most of the time.
I don’t have many tools with me to do this sorting besides my cheap tweezers and worn out beige thread and needle. Don’t worry much though, I’d only be needing so little. I was born a weed, a wildflower. I’m a natural survivor.
All I ask is your company during my morning coffee and the few hours before sunrise when I am about to go to sleep. I may be your rebound lover, but you are such a precious thing to me.