LOVVVER FOREVVVER

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today i felt no need for it, but most of the time i wish that escape could be a definite provision.

today, the machine behind my eyes is eating me.

sometimes when i paint things, i want to give them to people. but sometimes the paintings look scary, and i don't know how to stop them from looking that way.

sometimes writing is overwhelming. with art, it's different--when i'm making a sculpture or drawing, i feel more in control because the distance is shorter: the distance between your brain-hand-sketchbook or brain-hand-sculpture is shorter, more manageable, than the distance between the brain-journal. i feel less autonomous. i feel like people will know things. the line between open and vulnerable is much thinner with writing.
sometimes that's a good thing. but i think, for me, most of the time it's not.

sometimes we need to be loved more than once in order to understand that when the music dies down, and the night goes to rest, all that matters is that soft, lingering kiss.



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