Then I reflected on the nature of the human personality - in the abstract and surreal:
And then I found myself artistically at the end of January and in the midst of a color splash:
Stale MateThe place we're stuck in now is definitely purgatory.
You can't remember loving me nor bring yourself to hate me.
I can't remember feeling anything.
So here we are, facing off.
I'm positive despite my confidence...
I'll blink and call it the right thing.
It's become a game of avoidance.
I look for excuses to sleep in the other room,
you are always too busy to talk. About anything.
"Is it Stockholm?" you ask me.
Is that an admittance?
Either way, tomorrow it will be... forgotten.
-Rachel A. Osborn