Saturday, February 20, 2016

I am exhausted. It makes me reach out in emotional ways. Maybe that is why we settle for not being loved or for slighting out sisters or brothers. Maybe we are so exhausted after centuries and generations of torture that we are desperate for any attention, comfort, affection. Maybe we don't see the harm it causes us. I'm so tired I need a hug and if I could get it from unwise sources, I would likely make really bad decisions around that. I should go to sleep. I have no time to paint.

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