I am bursting with everything inside me again.
Times like these I feel frantic, I feel like I HAVE to express something or it'll blow up inside me. I want to pull my guts out through my mouth & throw them on canvas. I have to find a way to get this thing inside of me out. Its grown to term in the womb of my mind, and now its time for birth, for

I talked a lot of things over with Alex tonight & no matter how long & hard you turn something over in your head, I feel like explaining things out loud to someone else brings a lot of closure. I feel a lot better. But do we just tell stories the way we wish reality was? I mean, why do you paint a picture when you could just take a photograph? ( Read more... )

I'm going to start using this again.