An Artist on Art

I have a shining bobble, whatever shall I do? 

I have a shining bobble that I wish to share with you. You have shown no interest so I don't bother you with it. For a day or two it pleases my eye until with time I'm used to the shine and its luster. It soon losses all sense of brightness. I cannot muster another glance myself. 

I have a shining bobble that I wish to share with you. I bring it to you with an eagerness I have not shown before. You shun me and say its not that shiny or bear it no consequence. I look again and it appears duller. Was it really that shiny to begin with? 

I have a shining bobble that I wish to share with you. You look it over and comment on spots that are dim without acknowledging the spots that are bright. When you return it to me my mind fixates on the dull spots, though I scarcely noticed them before until all the shine is gone and the whole thing is dull. 

I have a shining bobble that I wish to share with you. You grow ecstatic at having been given the chance to share in the viewing but as soon as you get it your eyes close and your mouth twists up. I wait patiently for your ecstasy to return but it never does. I take it back and its turned black in my hands. 

I have a shining bobble that I wish to share with you. You take it and make note of its dullness and bright spots. You even offer to help me polish it. I'm worried at first but I trust you. Together we make it brighter than it was when I found it. We both share in its shine and the thought that we made something good even better. 

Will Well

 taken on the whole i can't reconcile my feelings about my life or the things that exist within it. 

there appears to be a blackhole where my soul used to be. i remember great pain existing deep in my chest that would pulse with each breath and drain my will. that has subsided but with that dismissal i'm left without other feelings. 

i used to rage or wax poetic or lament in these pages but that has become a lost art. 

i'm failing even now to replicate it in trying. 

what has stifled my thoughts and feelings? a dam on my heart? a clog in my soul? a desecration of my creative will? 

i long for love and loss and pain and pleasure. i long for nights spent wondering about the future. nights i hated in the moment, that i envy now in the present.