Music/title: Tattooed Tears; The Front Bottoms
I hear her whisper,
“All I want is to want nothing.”
.. . ..
You wanted me to want it for so long.
Your dream- Your idea of ‘perfect beauty’ all wrapped up in a singular, well-formed package.
And then suddenly the dream is a forced reality.
And my formerly structured self perspective falls to pieces within my own hands.
You say, “No, that’s not right.”
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way…
“You can’t teach God anything.”
And I can’t tell you the reality brings my confidence to tears….
/ / /
Do you think it’s more for the captured words,
or the pixelated painting of her soul?
[ That depends on the day,
…now doesn’t it, love? ]
The texture is more than I could’ve asked for.
Part 3 of my self portrait therapy series,
And by far my favorite.