All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and not just be okay with that, but to thrive from it, and perhaps even get an ounce of pleasure from the serenity of knowing that who I am is enough - it's enough for me. For that reason I do not fear being alone or being lonely, heck I welcome it. I orchestrate circumstances so that my hunger for solitude is fed. It's funny though. I've changed so much during all these years, yet this piece of me remains. My constant. My common denominator. I never understood people very well anyway, how they function, how they see me, how they feel, and they never seemed to understand me in ways that matter either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality, and while I've failed at many things, time and time again, I'd like to believe that this is something I have despite of everything ... or perhaps because of it.
