my puzzle to solve

you can walk a mile
in my shoes
i will take a turn in yours
but don’t
judge
my crazy
whatever gets you through
the night
whatever keeps you
in the fight
just don’t you dare
judge my
crazy
i put it on display
my porch light
so you know you are
welcome
know you are not
alone
my candle to find a way
through the dark
but my crazy
is my own puzzle to solve
you don’t know my pain
anymore
than i know yours
so
don’t mess with my crazy
sometimes
it is the only thing
that makes
sense.

mooning

my crazy
ebbs
like the sea
it wanes
with the moon
just a part
of my nature
just a part
of the rhythm
of me
my crazy
flows
like a river
a waxing moon
lunatic
just another face
just another page
of my
story.

crazy broken love

*this is a work in progress

for anyone who wasn’t with me for my whimsical ink stain adventure (all of them are on one of the pages up there) that started with inktober 2016 when i discovered my love for making inkstains and finding pictures in them,
this is what the process looks like.
i make an ink stain, dripping ink randomly on wet watercolor paper.
i let it dry.
then i just stare at it.
for as long as necessary.

it’s therapeutic
and fun
relaxing
and it helps me to expand on my drawing style and discover new creatures.

i haven’t done it in awhile…not since last inktober when i started the month of ink…but then pooped out.
however, i was thinking
just thinking
of writing another letter to seymour
and i started this inkstain as a page on which to write crazy broken poetry about love
for seymour.

i keep asking the universe for a sign that i should either keep up my pilgrimage…or give up on it.
i mean, i guess you could say that seymour’s ignoring of my ongoing expressions of devotion is a sign in itself.
but i would really like something more definite…if that’s not too much to ask.

*i like to post the process of these pictures because it is interesting to me how they develop.

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