The Many Kinds

I drew a series of graceful animals recently. Here are my favorites.

light study by ramenramen

I find myself usually fighting off the urge to write all the time: I think this is a good thing. I think it is indicative of my fingers live through electric-jolt experiences right at their tips, because my mind wears heavy with all sorts of thoughts before bed, because I miss you — because I miss you — because I miss you. My thoughts stutter far more than my speech does, but that is fine: I always prefer to divine our distance through empty speech over blank thoughts. 

I’m slowly but surely coming to terms with that I’m gradually losing my mind. It’s not the aloneness: that’s something that, like a bad habit, you get used to — but there’s something else. I’m teasing at the edges, trying to figure it out, but the worst of it has become very quickly apparent. I...

…or from me surprising you...

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