I have to say, if I were to pick between the two we need most as thriving individuals, communication or the sense of touch. For myself it’s the sense of touch. Of all the loss I’ve had in the world, the part that breaks me down is knowing I can never feel that person again. But while with the person, communication has always been a constant tug of war. When it comes to any form of relationships/friends, those are the two I battle with most often, which can spider web into many other things like devotion, commitment, understanding etc. But that’s not why I’m writing. Yes I want to express that the loss of touch is the most devastating dark pain I have ever endured time and time again. I hope that one day I never have to feel the loss of that. ( optimistic opinion?) But my self journey is defiantly keeping far from anything I desire, because to become all of me I must start with nothing. How else am I going to bring the essence of emotion and turn it into art. I’ve come to the realization awhile ago that I’m alone. I felt my shift in this world. I felt the “change in winds” in March the moment I returned home from my vacation. That feeling was on a mental and spiritual plane. It has now full on reach the emotional and physical plane of my life, and now I have to figure out how to take these dark emotions and create with them because it’s all I have left. I am all I have left. My art is all I have to express my mind. I wouldn’t be in this spot or on this path if I wasn’t meant to live alone (forever). Obviously I am, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for that a reason. To feel and for it to be taken away so I can grow in the dark shadows of the musky fields where they say love can never grow. No one said this was going to be easy. I just hope I can keep my head held high and move on.