Art Museums and Changing

5/7/20

i won’t lie. i only speak from my heart.

sitting alone in the midst of an art museum whilst the world captures a moment in the sun or behind the city lights, i can’t help but feel completely and utterly alone. art museums are the celebration of human culture — of what it means to be human. walking stories unite in silence as we for a moment stop our constant hustling to celebrate the pain and the empowerment of our pasts, presents and futures. and yet you are not here with me to witness it.

i want to disassociate from all. it seems as if everyone is walking in darkness. no one understands.

today i decide i will step out for a perfect moment to be true to myself, to allow a human connection to come naturally. i don’t want to feel unheard anymore, i don’t want to waste time with strange people who won’t understand the person i have become. i want silence after an eternity of noise. i want freedom after an eternity of captivity from futile social interactions. i want to free myself of expecting from others. i want independence for myself.