Make you smile

To make you smile;
All I ever wanted.
Simple enough.
Must it be so complicated?
Complicated!
An understatement.
To make you smile;
All I ever wanted.
All I should ever want.
Simple enough.
Must I keep asking for more?
To make you smile;
Complicated!
All I should ever want.
Simple enough.
Complicated.
Smile!
Simple.

Creating Through Time

Exploring inner dialogue through outer expression.
What feels good to me, what feels natural.
What I put down and feel resonates for now,
for a long time,
or never really did.

Building a library of my own public works through time. Eventually, there will be enough of them that they all have a similar substance, that one might relate them all to each other. And if this is not echoed outwardly - no matter what - they will have retained my signature. They will have been drawn by the same hand, sourced by the same human being! That is enough to be proud of and call a lifetime of achievement.

Is it not?

torment of love

It is hard to rid ourselves of their love. They torment us from within, from without. Any little thing will set us off, in a moment when we least expect it, when we really didn't invite it but it crept up anyhow. Unsure how. Or why. Why it happened that way, why it showed up out of nowhere, a memory ignited by fragrance or arrangement, by the lack of something or the presence of something. The only thing that'll pack the ghost away is time, and it is not on our side. We must wait so very patiently, so very tortured minute to minute, waiting for the next apparition to inevitably arrive and for our heartaches to subside.

Someone is playing a cruel joke on us. We are kept in the infinity symbol of time, which begins and ends with love. We are brought into the world to experience the truest of joys, the truest of sorrows. Round and round we will go, repeating mistakes, seeing ghosts of lovers past, digging up old bodies from the closet, setting our hearts on fire, walking on egg shells, shattering on impact, melting into nothingness, escaping from the crowds. The darkest of our days will be illuminated once again if we trust the joker's cycle. If we hop along for the ride and laugh at our misfortunes. Do we not long for the torment of love? Are we not masochists, waiting to be destroyed by our insatiable hunger? Do we not want to taste the sweet, sweet fruit of desire, knowing full well the Dark Queen is seducing us?