I feel bad that I’m not using this for a “365”, because I feel like a lot of folks would probably enjoy being able to relate, but I don’t have the mettle right now to post everywhere (particularly Facebook) and deal with the reactions.
Just dealing with a case of the Late Night Insecurities. While they’re pretty specifically focused at the moment, it very quickly escalates as I start to think,
"I should share this even if no one responds or cares or they’ve heard it before, it’d be good for me," then I think,
"Well really as far as everything is concerned this is all just bullshit and just me whining over things that just require time, patience, and effort,"
Then I scold myself because I wouldn’t dream of being so callous to anyone I cared about (or to someone I didn’t know at all for that matter),
Well. I like to say that “fake it ‘til you make it” works, and that that includes happiness. And I believe it, but sometimes you’ve gotta stop pretending and wallow, I suppose.
Womp womp womp.
Sorry Tumblr, just had to toss this to the void. At least I did it in the middle of the night, wot?
~ J. Fitz
For this restless warrior, just to be with you.
For this wide-eyed wanderer, that we got this far.
To make kings and vagabonds believe the very best.
There’s a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors,
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager
Beats in time with yours.
Included two (of many) versions ‘cause I can never decide what I like best.
~ J. Fitz
Art doesn’t always make sense. That’s what makes it so great for saying things you need to and want to share without attaching words.
I think it’s funny that I can simultaneously want to share so much but speak so little. Like throwing a cryptic letter to the world and hoping no one’s a translator - but also hoping, maybe they are.
But hopefully not.
~ J. Fitz