Sad

 Sad
Sad is sad is sad is... sad.

So much for alliteration.

Sad for so many reasons.

For a failed president that comes back to office. For the state that my life isn’t at the moment. Thought it passes for health it isn’t.

The thing I know, in all my years, From all my years. Is it important to get the contamination out of the wound, so that healing can begin.

Hey Siri, what’s the definition of alliteration? I’m asking; you don’t know.. I’m taking cues from your misheard statements and trying to make them into some sort of, sorted sorry.

I hurt. And tomorrow all hurt, in a different way. And I will hurt. And I will hurt.



I will purify myself with the art that I do. Even if it is the same as everyone else’s. Even if it’s sad.


Sad drawing, mined from my past

















And I read through my other blog posts and noticed one thing

I keep saying tent fort , But never make one. So I did and just pictured at the bottom 
someplace 
nearby.
I suggest to anyone that is sad to make a tent for and just sit down for a while. Even if you don’t have blankets and only large pieces of cardboard and a nice rug, or a crappy rug. That part doesn’t matter..

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