I was just thinking about how people (myself) become comfortable and comforted in the presence of death. I've heard people say that if you live with death around you, that it becomes a part of you. Lately I have felt drawn to watch dark movies and even write a dark story.
Life is difficult and when it gets a little too hard, death calls. Death is certain and it is neutral. Life is full of uncertainty and uncomfortable situations.
I have a wife who has no thoughts of a future with me or of working together with me. This leaves me feeling like I am just a source of free rent for her and her kids. Every word out of her mouth is about her kids and her work and her friends. Never does she initiate a conversation about building our future, working on our home or our fixer upper house. She doesn't open up about her thoughts and feelings. I think that when her kids are gone she will go too because I am not exiting and she doesn't need me anymore.
I know that this stuff can turn around but the other night I had to let some of my thoughts out.
I think lots of us have read good comics with pics we didn't care for. Draw your pic throw it in a computer, colour and tone it. I believe your story would prevail.
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