furnace sputters. temperature drop. legs stumble.

May 07, 2015 20:10

I planned this trip months ago and now most folk don't want to go. I understand how life takes precedent sometimes. Things happen, I understand. Still threw me off. Enough that the creative mojo ran dry. That painting sits here blank and wont fetch me any pennies At the fashion show.
I underestimated how badly I wanted this. How joyless my most of my life can be. How soon everything will change. And it will. I was truly looking forward to campfire themed happiness engineering. Moments like these have become a scarce commodity. I had a good feeling about this one. I need to eat I'm hungry, I need to paint I'm broke, I need to laugh I'm sad. This was going to be my dedication, a sort of eulogy of experience, to rapidly diminishing personal freedom.
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