I’m really having a standoff right now as an artist. I feel like if I write too honestly, people will start wanting to pin me down and I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of exposure. Have you ever felt like that? Or, have you ever worried about getting lost in the worlds you create?
Sometimes I want to go into the woods and think about this stuff, rent a cabin and think about all these questions until I can be at peace with the answers. The only thing that stops me from doing this is my fear of how potentially crazy I might sound to others when I decide to start talking. But I just can’t stop the need to find an answer.
I saw you again last night. I know what image you are. I’ve finally figured it out, by the warm, fuzzy, protected feeling I get when I see it. But I haven’t recognized you in a person yet. Not exactly. So many of these men really try, and they are beautiful in their own ways, but I always know somehow.
Opposites in such exact opposition as to be the same thing. But I’m learning now that perhaps it’s by always keeping ourselves apart that we are generating the most dynamic energy.
Some people are more aware of the changes than others, but I see so many positive changes.
I know we do what’s best. But I’ve always wondered what it would be like to meet you.