emotions

42: Time Moves Slow

As much as I practice suiting up and showing up there is still a melancholy that follows me like dirt off Charles Schulz’s Pigpen.

Apparently, among other things, lying, cheating, and carrying secrets feels like food poisoning.

Here is the reality, dig down a bit, and beneath all Painter’s cuntishness is pain. I know it isn’t personal, except where I make it so.

The Things I Carry

Days go by, and still I think of you…