My last night in #CampCovid . I enjoyed my stay, heard some heavy stories and spent my time being productive creating art, coloring old and new drawings, reading and writing for all y’all. I’m well, feeling optimistic and healthy but still very lonely and isolated no matter where I go. I suppose I’m used to it, I am beginning to feel that I may have been lonely inside like this my entire life. I do miss my children immensely and phone calls, texting and FaceTime can only scratch the surface of living with them, talking face to face and cooking them meals. I miss the #DadLife and miss all my deceased family, friends and community members. I honestly feel like a walking ghost, a spiritual shell of what was once a person. So I write, draw, and share my shit here on Instagram and I’ve come to cherish the acknowledgement a handful of you consistently give in “likes, comments & messages” but it’s a small handful and ironically that makes me feel lonelier. Hundreds of friends, hundreds of “views” consistently less than 10 likes. 🤷🏽♂️ Once I get some financial wind in my sail, all this will matter much less because I’ll be able to up and drive away, visit, go do! I’ve high hopes for renting out a local vacant house and making it my HQ/Studio/Dojo. I do good when I have my own space and don’t have to tolerate or endure views and ideologies on principle or out of politeness. Good evening and big ups to you small handful of precious souls.
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