I’m still not sure what my next move will be. Well, apart from the drawing of course. It does take time. I need to have a clear head on what i want to draw. Stop halfway an idea and jump to the next one. I love it.
This Sunday i had a talk with an old garden friend. He had met a love interest through tinder. He wasn’t a big fan, but said that through corona and the lack of places to meet new people, he had caved in and actually met someone he really liked. He did have me thinking for a short time.
But i am not that actively looking for a love interest. It is on my mind, sure. But it’s alost like it guides me through this world. These feelings i feel deep inside. This longing i have. I do want to get out of it. Step outside it. Become clear headed. Get my life in order. Face the world and talk and smile and laugh and work. And then maybe meet someone who i like, feel attracted to, can talk with about anything really and cuddle with and prepare food for. Just normal things. But also not ordinary. Special.
That is my dream.
Something of me.
Something of the world outside.
Something with somebody else.