Searching For Happiness
ink and watercolor on paper
He told me….
“when I was young, and I’d get mad
I would thrash around and destroy what mattered most to me.
I only did this once ,
and after, I could hardly remember what happened.”
This painting frustrated me
and like that young boy
I tore out all the parts that really matter the most.
The letter that I’ve been working on for too long has lost all it’s love.
everything is too late now.
I hate how words sometimes pour out with no control
and destroy everything ….
He said he’s “searching for happiness”
he knows its not inside her , but he loves her.
“Maybe things are supposed to be this way” I say to him and watch his eyes look to the ground,
“I know” he says
It breaks my heart.
Dear love :
I miss you everyday with all my heart