Monday, January 19, 2015
The Impossibility Of A Normal Day
I don't know if I'm brave but I do know that sometimes I'm sad and sometimes, I worry about how weird I really am and if you do too, that's ok.
We'll both be ok. We'll both be weird and sad and ok together.
Written by Me at 6:32 AM
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Thank you for your words. Profound and insightful.
Late last night my 22 year old son sent to me "The Fur" saying it reminded him of me. It brought such emotion to me. He suggested that I check out the author, so here I am. I am grateful to you for the art you share and the thoughts you inspire.
You do not want me.
Somehow you find me when I need you the most.
I think that those few people who look weird... Who act and talk and feel the way they really are... Who arent pretending just to please someone and everyone... Who arent afraid that they'd be judged... They are the best people... They are the ones who can notice the beautiful small things whom most people cant even give a damn... Like black is the brightest color, a tear drop meant a thousand words, a notebook with a pen is an escape, a hum is a lullaby, a tap and a smile are pills to make it through a day. They're not to be laughed at. Weird people are gifted.
The great sadness of losing my niece, 5 months of age.
Not being able to write anything since that day.
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