My life is changing now, though I'm not at all sure what a life really and truly is. Maybe it will be like a graphic novel. Maybe I can make it whatever it needs to be. Eliminate and ignore those from my life that cause me stress and difficulty. Tearing out pages where characters repeat the same old questions over and over and cause the same old story to stall and become boring and repetitious. They can be erased from my pages. Tear out the pages where I took a wrong turn, or where I want to be free but can't. Tear out the pages and let them be carried in the air on a cool breeze. Tear my pages free.
My life can be in more colors than the Gray and Black world I've lived. Maybe my life can finally be my Art, where I am making it up as I go along instead of letting people splatter me with their graffiti. A place where I can be displayed in my gallery or my museum for my pleasure, free of the affects of criticism or judgment of those who don't exist or matter to me.
You are welcome to look and enjoy, but it's not for sale and if you don't dig it, keep it to yourself and move on. Love it or shut up and leave it.
