I always knew I didn’t belong on dry land, but I have been parted from the sea for far too long. I can no longer call it home. I’ll continue to breathe air that doesn’t sustain me.
I have this quote from The Dollhouse stuck in my head. “How can you remember and not remember something at the same time?” or something similar. I often wonder when I will feel like my life is my own.
Oil pastel, wax crayon, ink