letting go

[vintage76]

gnawing on cheese bread, slowly...watching the clock tick. work. later this eve i plan on writing my two weeks notice. i need a new crowd. and really i only came back to work here because i was in school and in desperate need for part time work. however, now that i am no longer in school...i long for other things. nite bike rides through empty

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[corriganus]

i was once an artist. a photographer. a talented writer.

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You still are. You never lose that. The artist hides from time to time, digs a whole and covers itself up with the detritus of the day-to-day.

It can seem so far away sometimes. There are days, like today, that I sit in my office and just stare out the window. Uninvited, the tears well up in my eyes. Something is missing and I cry to fill the void. It is days like this that I feel the most far away from myself. Days that I just want to sleep in dreamless waves of black.

But the artist, the writer, the photographer will always be waiting for you. Two weeks. Two months. Two years. It doesn't matter. We can't escape who we are.

[vintage76]

you are right, we can't escape who we are. and when we try to knowing or not...it haunts. i find comfort knowing i'm not the only one who feels the restless void.