Fragile First Attempt 11/13/2011
A sketch I did a little editing to. Simpler than what I thought it would have turned into, but right to stop drawing when I did. This weekend I’m beginning work on a new painting which I’ve held off from long enough. My personal life, for what it has become, leaves me feeling shocked I’ve actually gotten this far with no change. I really can’t believe it. Having tried far beyond what I thought I was capable of and still see no change. They tell me “Just wait, someone will call you, something will come along”, but I’m about through with waiting on others. It’s time I take back control, forget about being accepted or given a chance anymore and truly finish this. I will find a place to put myself and that will be the end of it.
The New
Their gardens emit unbearable greetings
I can’t acclimate…
The newness kills me
This limited happiness ever to seek the
Pleasure of painless simplicity
The safe shallow water of a see through stream
Compared to what I know…
The unrelenting waves of its surface
Then stillness…
A punishing cold
Hundreds of feet far below
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