Sunday, January 20, 2019

Alone At Last

It has taken me this long to figure out that I have always feared being alone. Solitude had to be forced on me. If you're alone, you know what I mean. 

Art is the loneliest path. The true artist works as though he is creating something. In fact, the artist is the creation. Oscar Wilde might have been the quintessential artist. He was painfully aware that he was, in fact, his art.

Sometimes success robs the artist. Me? Why I've been blessed with failure, thank you very much. Oh, I'm not complaining. Well, I may be whining a bit, but I'm not complaining.

 Over the years I've told every secret and I've revealed nothing.

We're all just looking for love.


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