it's incredible to re-visualize life as i know it but be completely unable to express this in either words or pictures. they say a picture is worth a thousand words.. but that only seems to be true if the artist & the viewer are on the same wave-length. because it's a different thousand words for each person & creating something only for it to be misinterpreted doesn't appease my endless yearning to express myself & in the end be understood.

because it's so difficult for me to try to show people something i can barely explain to myself. to have a life made of tidal waves... looping endlessly, crashing back into one's-self & re-creating a new rush forward from the calmness that overtakes the vastness of life. for this to be a never-ending cycle but be just different enough every time that there is some sense of renewal, of moving forward.. yet it's still a recreation of what has come before.

it's late & i'm exhausted.
it needs to be the end of finals week. like, now.