I'm so bad at keeping up my artwork.. and my journals. And... other things.

I'm in a weird place in my life right now. Caught between shores I suppose.

I'm going t get metaphorical with my emotions right now, because I just don't feel like being normal.

The past couple weeks of my life are kind of like this.



You know that feeling when you're sailing on a boat? The sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair. You're happy, content to allow the boat to have you as it's passenger, wherever it's going.

Suddenly, dark clouds loom on the horizon, and before you know it a storm is upon you. You aren't happy anymore, you're cold, frightened, and you feel helpless against the forces you can't control. The storm ends before too long, but the sun never quite comes out from behind the clouds, and the wind bites you as it whips past. You desperately want to stay in the boat, but somewhere in that storm it sprung a leak. You stay with it for as long as you can, but you work up the courage to jump off and swim.

The water is calm now, and you're swimming as best you can, drifting in the ocean. After a while, the water gets the best of you and you feel yourself being pulled down, the water slowly creeping up past your mouth, nose, eyes.

You're sinking. You're dying. You're cold. And worst, you're alone.

You give up, and just as you're about to let the cold water enter your lungs, someone is there, pulling you up. You feel his arms around you and your head breaches the surface. You breath air.

You somehow know, these arms, this person, you'll be happier with them then you ever were on the boat. Instead of just coasting, drifting along with no purpose, no direction, you're fighting together to find that warm sandy beach.

It still isn't anywhere in sight, but you know that as long as you're both still looking for it together. You'll get there. Someday.