to be a better clown
In the summer of 2016 Ash, my creative partner and dear friend was stricken with bell’s palsy
Pourquoi devons-nous continuer à nous battre?
Je ne veux pas me battre.
Je veux juste un ami.
I know I’m not going to make it. I know that I won’t be finishing the journey with you.
Asking me questions
I told you the answers
Ignoring what I said
Blame me for your lost understanding
Here’s the deal. I’ve been really struggling through most of 2017. Most of my close friends know this. When my father passed away I hit the bottom and I’ve been crawling around and trying to get up ever since.
I just want to make art for the sake of it. I just want to express myself through it. I use it to say my piece. It’s therapy. It allows me a way of coping.
I’ve been in love with a woman who has never existed
The idea and the concept is worthy of adulation, but we fall way short of even trying to reach for that plateau.
Did you know that every day I obsess over what I didn’t get done and that my failures from this lead me into a depressive low?
and what I wouldn’t give to find a kindred,
someone else to catch this drift
I get upset when I consider who does not and who really does gets me. It is not a deal breaker, though.
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