Maybe if I paint things portraying love, I'll feel a little more in love. In addition to a recent break up (and apparently years worth of knowing each other down the drain), I'm once again drowning in this emotional limbo of wanting to feel in love and pushing myself to just be in love with my life. Stuff like this was easy at first, but the ever more frequent occurrences of heartbreak and wasted time gets to a gal, ya know?
Painting Jack and Sally. Watching the Addams Family. Stormy weather.
The love of my life is a drummer who sets the beat of my heart to the rhythm of his soul.