Breaking

I see it.  I see a flash, a feeling.  The un-making hurts.  Abandoned buildings, broken power lines, empty houses.  I see the death of a thing before the end of it's life.  Why? 

I have to create in order to stay sane.  No blackness, no crows.  The despair is overwhelming.  My stories, drawings, and photographs might be unfinished, missing plot, cohesion, elements, or negatives but they are working.  They are progress.  They help staunch the flow of psychic breaking that presses in on me.

Loving, living, learning...these help me block the despair that my mind sees.  I re-write the breaking adding beauty to chaos.

I love creating.  Writing and drawing are the breezes that blow across the landscape of my soul.  Living in my mind and on my paper are little pieces of me that I share with others.  I give past, present, and future new life in my work.  What holds me back?  Nothing.  What keeps me going?  Fear.  Fear of breaking.