“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
I don’t remember the last time I forgot how to speak.Forgot how to write,forgot how to paint.
It was such a helpless feeling.
Someone once wrote everything you are,you own,you do is your self portrait.The lines on your palm,the fleck on your shoulder,the way your lids close in 6 seconds intervals,the way your reflex acts when you touch a fire.I’m just living life from outside in,and not inside out.Sad to say,but I don’t think I have a self portrait.