the art boat is home. the art boat is a safe place, the art boat is somewhere that i can be tucked in at night, and someone will make me french toast in the morning. the art boat is the place in my mind where i know that i am loved even though i can't see it, and i know that i am supported even though i can't feel it. the art boat is magic, the art boat is god. my friends are the art boat, and my friends are my family. the art boat keeps me floating even if were traveling aimlessly, i honestly don't need much more, the concept of the art boat exists and that's enough to keep me fighting.
i want the art boat to be my home until one day i feel safe enough to share myself, and it, with the world. i don't think that day is today. i just want to go home.
1 comment:
I agree. Erin and I were talking about it last night, and Angelyn suggested we start an Art Porch. I thought that was funny.
Post a Comment