NefertariLuna

I don't actually know how it happened. I don't know exactly when, I don't know why, but the bolt line now needs to be drawn, my wallowing bed of poltergeist dreams needs to be made... I've got the same old bed, but I need new sheets to ease this recent state of longing. I heard they're giving them for free here? I once wrote in one of my journals that I wanted to keep this deviantArt account 'intact', and 'unstained', and whereas I won't write an essay on this now, I should at least explain that my definition of 'intact' has unfortunately become so exclusive over time that I seem to have managed to remote *even* myself away from this realm.

I've been buttoning my lip lately. I'm not sure if this is a very, very early mid-life crisis that I'm going through or whether it's the four jobs I've got at the moment that detach me from what I love doing or used to love doing. I don't know if I want more out of my artistic passions and for some reason I don't feel able to give the 'more' that I want. Or whether I'm just losing an interest generally, and moving on to other different, perhaps greater things(?). A momentary albatross around my neck. Or maybe it's just me looking into things too much again. Last night while I was 'cocktailing', as it were, this guy came up to me and said "Yo

...you'll ever learn,                                                              is just to love, and be loved in return.