It's just one of those nights. Looking for some kind of creative expression. Haven't been able to find it yet so I found myself back here staring at the screen; mind wandering.
I am starting to realize that a sober life brings a lot of questions. You start over analyzing everything. I got upset this morning and tore my house apart because I couldn't find my favorite hat. Found it this evening when I calmed down. Drove around for a few hours wondering how the hell I got mad about losing my hat. I was waiting for someone to set me off too. Definitely questioned if I had an anger problem.
I think I have been upset with a few things in my life and I tend to bottle it all up and keep it inside. I never really put so much thought into some of my relationships with people. It seems like every one of them is under a microscope lately. Every relationship serves a purpose and it is the purpose that I having been trying to understand. Understanding that some relationships change so much is exhausting to think about sometimes. It has been hard to find an escape in this sober life of mine lately.
Hard to believe you can live in the city and be so connected but feel like such an outsider at the same time. I welcome ignorant bliss as much as possible but it's hard just to stand in the silence and just take a deep breath and take it all in.
A blank page in the sketchbook and a blank canvas on the easel and I am searching for something to put there. Just can't find the passion tonight.
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