Belonging
I always felt like this is where I belong, she said, and in some ways she is talking about the other side of my story, but my story is that where I felt I belonged but, then as it goes, I no longer belong there, I float, anchorless, but, for the time being, at least I still have a rudder, tiny as it is, it is mine.
What a little moment of excitement, a drawing purchased for more than before, I asked for an offer and they offered more than I expected. Not as much as proper artists, mind, but still more than before. What a little frisson, what a thrill, I am over it.
Chemistry
Then come the moments when sadness seems to truly be nothing more than a chemical...
