I found some chocolate…

I have been feeling so ridiculously chaotic and twirly lately. I wrote it blatantly into a painting. Everything and everyone surrounding me feels uniformed, put together and so in control of themselves. I envy this seemingly calm state of mind but I don’t believe it for more than half a second. 

I feel as though the tree branches that know they are beautiful grow with luxurious texture and that “energy rests upon love.” A supposed interplay between emotional and spiritual forces. I think what Tolstoy is trying to suggest is that the energy we exude and draw upon is emphatic with presence in our lives. But does platonic share that tingle? I feel a vibration that grows louder still when they speak. It sustains with challenge and creativity.

To tap into a reservoir of mind numbing excitement and desire.

I have always wanted to believe that the L word is not just a human emotion but a cosmic force that permeates everything. This absoluteness relies on a definitive disconcertment, that the manifestation of IT posits a fundamental energy that underlines existence.