Amazing how life is like light and people you love, especially family, are like prisms refracting you back onto yourself. I just caught my own shadow tonight and it made me angry, sad, jubilant and energized all at once.
I was called black and white, while I think I’m grey. I keep thinking I’m always trying on new phases and shades, but I’m seen as wearing the same overcoat and bearing the same standard, no matter the season.
I’ll admit to rote methods and stodgy devices, but my muse is definitely esoteric. She wears a mask of my face – strong-willed and cocksure – but I’m not sure even I know why or how or where I’m driven.