I was having a rough day earlier. I was weak from my lack of sleep, a bit loopy for having painted a total of seven hours, and slightly hungover from the all the good wine consumed last night. But all it took was that text message to make me cry. I just might be over-thinking myself again. It might be the very reason why I can barely sleep. As of late, my mind has not been my friend. But my heart is my best friend. Even in these moments when I feel I have lost all control, or when I want to scream into a pillow, or take a deep drag off a cigarette and just give up, it keeps going, keeps beating and chipping away at the brick. I had the music of DeVotchka looping for the first hour or so. But eventually, I just let Andrea Gibson's poetry take over as the soundtrack to the rest of my painting session. I've listened to her for so long, I could practically recite some of her poems. And then after some hours, I heard a faint buzzing noise resonating from my bed. I dug under the covers for my phone, only to hear the voice of a friend, but someone whom I hadn't seen in a while. I can be rather funny in the sense that I won't realize how much I miss someone until that moment I finally see them again. And now that I know you secretly stalk my blog, I want to say "Hi, Kelsey." Thank you for randomly visiting me today. Even if it were for only an hour. I was having a rough day, and you've made it all better.
mkp.
