drawing

shoes on the brain.

i came home from work to draw tonight and instead napped.

there is a slight shade of shyness mixed with fear? that makes drawing really hard to start and so easy to walk away from.

but there is so much in my head that wants out! so many drawings. of everything. not only shoes. but all the feelings that don't have names, the dreams i can't say aloud.

this place is odd to me. i've fixed myself in the middle, between what i want and not wanting to find myself disappointed.

it might be called stuck. but i think i most knowingly placed myself here. 

i don't like to know it any more.