The resolution remains
We're now up to over 100 pieces in my daily challenge, sure some of them came a few hours late, but it's still one per day, and it's my challenge, so fuck it. Deadlines were never my strong suit anyway.
Still, I've barely posted any here, only the first few, and really, I think I will just to have them archived, but I don't know when I'll find the time. Without encouragement I know I won't do it in a hurry.
So if you want more Aborro content, ask for it. It's out there, ready to be read.
Resolution
I haven't posted any yet, but I think I will start dumping a few every week or so and catch up. I won't post them daily here, but probably like in disparate chunks every month or every couple of weeks?
Maybe someone here will look forward to lots of Aborro content, and if so, your wishes will come true.
Welcome Back
I'm less alone now, it's been over a year now, but I'm in a loving relationship.
Art is harder, it's easier for me to create when I'm hurting more, I suppose I have more things to process.
Still, I want to make art more than I usually do, which is painful, because it's harder...
Regardless, I am not without outlets for my creativity, so maybe we'll see some more updates as the year moves on.
Now that I am 27 I am moving onto 30 and missing my shot at Club 27 without much though, deadlines were never my thing.
I'd like to have said "we don't talk as much", but that would feel like a lie.
You know when they say being grown up is no longer making plans, but planning to make plans.
Like quite honestly meaning it when you say " we should keep in touch, catch up more often." But it doesn't happen, time just isn't there.
Then all of a sudden it's been too long, whoever breaks the silence has to be the one to acknowledge that you didn't.
Has to frame you both for the murder of your friendship, acquaintance, whatever relation to each other.
And it sucks, because I miss you, not just our little talks, our big talks too!
You said you'd get me drunk so I could tell you my worst secret.
You said you wouldn't let me get drunk.
You said you'd keep giving me food for my birthday until I ate by my own volition.
You said we could talk about nothing for a while, just take a coffee... And I've not ever really just taken a coffee.
I looked forward to that, still do, all of it.
But I can't go first, I don't have the energy, don't know what words to use, it feels like everything would be too heavy.
So very heavy.
Devious Journal Entry
There are so many different types of conversation, I suppose as many as there are people to talk to. Some people it's easy to talk to, and some people ask the right questions, some people you know you can ask them anything, or tell them anything. Some people you can talk about nothing for hours and hours... they are all important in their own right.
Very rarely though, I find, you come upon something extraordinary. Those few who genuinely seem to cover every bit of ground, who want to know everything, who have genuine interest, and you want to tell them all there is to know of you. You don't just know you could tell them anything, you're compelled to tell them everything. They don't need to ask the right questions, you'll set them up for them, or just tell them regardless...
So I'll say it, I miss our little talks (I told you the reason would come up!) I miss our plans, our whispers, our clawing, digging, searching. I miss our prodding, nodding, longing. I miss our hushed tones and illustrious language. I miss late nights and early mornings, I miss the nothing-talks and the everything-debates, the nowhere-now and the everywhere-walks. I miss clearing our heads, I miss the sharing of drinks and the games that brought us there. I miss the wishes, lists and letters. I miss the secrets, yours and mine. I miss knowing things that didn't matter to anyone but you. I miss desperation and lacking air, I miss panting, heaving, searching, leaving, finding, retrieving...
I miss being honest for no reason.
I miss forgetting about my codes.
I miss our little talks.
I miss you.
do I have any right to?