i keep glAncing to my phone. not to scroll. not to distract mySelf. just to check. if you've answered me yet. a glance. a breath. a pAuse. nothing. the screen stays siLent. but still i look agAin. maybe i mIssed it. maybe the moment i stop cheCking is the moment you sEnd me that text. the one that i've been wAiting on all day. speculating what order of letters you will use. what words. what phraSes. which tOne. if your words will feEl like a whisper or a sHout. if they will hold me close or keEp me wandering.
i often just want to paint real quick. intending to just dabble a bit. before i know it. i’m deep into the painting. completely absorbed. i might think - that’s enough for today. but then i notice a small corner that needs attention. and suddenly. two more hours have flown by. it’s like time doesn’t exist when i’m in that zone. leaving the studio feels almost surreal. as if i’m stepping back into reality from another world. i have this with absolutely nothing else
