Discovery of blank.
Everything you've built yourself up as. Every idea, identity, thought, justification and diagnosis that you've held on to. Ideas that you've been working on for months, thoughts that you've been throwing around in your head for years. That you've been trying so hard to justify and to understand. The broken words that you've seen on a sign at a street corner, that you've been trying whole-heartedly to apply to your life. Every day you build a new layer of yourself. Lists and lists of your traits, your loves. Swerved in and out of yourself, reading your mind like a book. Writing pages and pages on who you are as a person, as a soul. Explainations. So many explanations. Arguements, answers, and apologies. Comprehending your character. Learning your feelings and the way you react to other peoples feelings.
The total and through analysis of who you are.
Completely washed away.
Completely washed away and left to be definied by him.
The clay in your makers hands.
I am the creation. He is the creator.
Hannah McClellan
Houston, Texas
2 comments:
your art is so so good.
so i love this! absolutely love this! you are talented. i dont know you so i hope this isn't completely creepy! haha. thanks for sharing!
-mallory (i dont have one of these so i cant comment normal haha)
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