Distinctions #1

Happiness,

Most equate you to the seething, euphoric, and acute joy one feels during an accomplishment. That feeling of well-being and contentedness, whispers promising safety as you engulf us. But, that’s not your true face. You’re a conceptual construct, a platform, an unrealistic ideal.

Happily ever after?

How could you exist, when acute joy is so fleeting. Do you refer to a plateau in which we achieve permanence in euphoria, a chronic dose of endorphin-dreams? Those wisps we’d do anything the infuse, to caress, if only for a moment. Pretend, for a moment, that you are real. What then? After a year of the pleasant mist, doesn’t the equilibrium shift? The extraordinary is the new ordinary. Do we want that? Are the ever-shifting dunes of the human mind really that terrible? To fore-go all moments to crystallize our being into a single emotion. That elusive and momentary bliss.

No. I don’t think that’s what we really want. So I’ll keep chasing the fragments of hope, follow them through the glaciers, through forest-fires, and give myself the time to figure it out on my own.

Distant Fall (Artwork)

9/17/17

Finally got around to adding another layer. I didn’t have a blue, so I used a very light coat of “Midnight Violet”. I’m actually okay with how the purple turned out. I think it amplifies the pinks muted tones.

Going to let it dry for a day or two before fleshing out Amy and the tree’s shading.

 

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Part one of the related short-story can be found here: https://bluebeard-art.com/2017/09/13/third-degree-part-1/

 

Related Poems can be found here:

Wish: https://bluebeard-art.com/2017/09/16/wish-poem/

Just Leave: https://bluebeard-art.com/2017/09/17/just-leave-poem/