A month has gone by, full circle, fullcircle.
Nothing has changed.
I find myself on the brink of another christ-mas eve, alone. As usual.
Can't paint. Can't create. Can't breathe. Can't relate.
It's just another lonely festive season.
I'm beset by monsters from my past. Worries from my future. I sit in the present moment and see things so clearly but still, I'm alone.
I know so many of you can relate.
Happy Fucking Festive Season