We waste too much time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
And it's not always easy and it doesn't always end well. Sometimes, it does, though. Sometimes, it ends alright. You know what they say. Shit happens. Sometimes, that's a good thing. And even when it doesn't end well, and first, you are afraid you'd die, then that you wouldn't-- heartbreak is like spending a season in Hell and not knowing why you were there.
Oh, you didn't know I was a painter?!?! Well, I am.
and these are examples of some of my favorites from my personal collection.
You see where the new work would fit in with the theme.
Enjoy this metaphor:
How to draw a picture:
1. Start with a blank surface. It doesn't need to be paper or a canvas, but I feel it should be white. We call it 'white' because we need a word, but its true name should be 'nothing.' Black is the absence of light, but white is the absence of memory. White is the color of 'I can't remember.' How do we remember to remember? That is a question I've asked myself often in the small hours of the morning. After all, remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting. Looking up into the absence of light...remembering absent friends.
Sometimes, in those little hours, I think about the horizon. You have to establish the horizon. You have to mark the white. A small enough action, but any action that attempts to remake the work is heroic, or so I've come to believe.
The horizon is a slot for blackness to pour through. Imagine the courage it takes to mark the white. The courage it takes to re-imagine the world by picturing it. Pictures are magic, you know.
In spite of all the damage that can follow, I think writing and art are the best ways for a person who is trying not to be sad anymore to remember how to be happy.
I think that's a very good thing.