argh.

‘Why must my life be such an epic? Maybe it’s just the way I live it.’

Wiser words were never spoken.

Shut off the music, shut the lights.

Me and my glowing screen. Ah, sanctity.

Funny how a few words with an always-on-call friend gets you thinking beyond some lines of conversation. I love how I can call you at 3 in the morning and you don’t mind.

Speak. Speak for you and me and for all the people that shut their ears to your music long ago. Wrap your flailing hands around mine, maybe we can jump together, maybe we can stop trying to live this life alone. The sheer call of dependency rings true, and is deafening to someone who pumps up her volume as loud as she can. Can I do this by myself? Can I ask you for help?

It a straight line, mine and yours. But sometimes while sketching we tend to overlap and sometimes it brings me to wonder whether two is more than one or if its just a sign of weakness. Are we better together or are we safer alone?