Alone.

What could you possibly offer me that someone else hasn’t already. And aren’t you just another form of chaos.
Nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to relationships. I don’t have the fortitude to brave the new shores of men. I have chosen to seek love elsewhere; in solitude, in photographs, in unknown lands, in the green mountains of home, in the laughter of my friends. After all, didn’t Bukowski say it best,

“there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late”

― Charles Bukowski

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Some days, all I want to do is make beautiful work. It’s an all encompassing feeling. Being overwhelmed, in the best of ways, by depths of inspiration. It feels like a well filled with gifts. And they surpass all else.
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“The world is quiet here.”
― Lemony Snicket

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