the lonely drive home today. i wish the clouds would stop fucking with me and rain already.Right as I was about to re-blog this, I accidentally clicked on it so it took over my whole screen. Normally, (and generally speaking) being the semi-uncomfortable person I am when things are bigger and badder than they should be, I just look the other way. But when this dominated my screen, I just stared down the road.
For some reason,it took on this greater sense that I should be moving, after look at it. Like I should get up and go. And the clouds outside currently are a lot less threatening than that. So what the hell am I waiting for? Last night, I was reading and I got this urge to just run. The book I had made me itch to be moving, as did this photograph. That’s why I love art - and this picture is a perfect example of why I love art - when I really, really love art, I want to just go from it and just create myself. All over again. Like I could eraser my past - like I could just cover my body with a layer of new and just create a whole new self. I would be braver, stronger, prettier, happier. I would be more loving, patient, and forgiving to the one I love. I would be new. I would be beautiful, (like this photograph, like the book I was reading) - I would be better. So I think I won’t wait for the rain to come along like it did last night to decide to need to do something. I’ll just blow up this photograph and head down that road - I’ll be alone. And I’ll be lonely. I won’t make it far and I won’t always stay straight - hell, I’ll probably be in the berm of my day most of the day, meddling with all the discarded crap in the highway. But I’ll go. And I’ll be. Thanks - I’m captivated and motivated. And I love the picture.
