After
the success of Emperor Neptune's Fish Tale, I decided to continue on.
On top of that, my mentality has been shaky again as of late: I won't
slip again, I refuse to. I vowed not to, especially since I met
Chris, been in contact with Ben, and bumped into Matt on Pinterest. I
just don't have a reason to succumb to another depression again. My
emotions have been driven more by protest than anything. Let's face
it: the future can be a million times better than the present, and I
have the power to make it so. But for some reason, no one seems to be
paying attention to that. It's as if no one wants to be daring or
extraordinary anymore. Meh, their loss.
“They
are so damn 'intellectual' and rotten that I can’t stand them
anymore….I would rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca
and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those 'artistic'
bitches of Paris.”
-
Frida Kahlo
Thus
I've vowed to channel my frustrations poetically yet again (however I
did write two that are more or less happy: I'm not all
darkness and cynicism, y'know). However, there is one (A Brand-New
Day) that I've been kicking around since my parents split up and then
blew the dust off. The rest of these were pretty much written on the
dot. Only a few artworks this time: some of them would have been
forced, something I do not like doing in the very least.
“I
am terrified of this dark thing
That
sleeps in me;
All
day I feel its feathery turnings, its malignity.”
-
Sylvia Plath
To
Chris,
you sir, are one of the coolest people ever.
To
Ben,
I want to meet you so much, you have no idea.
