sunshiny things iii

And I see you standing there
wanting more from me
and all I can do is try...

Nelly Furtado

And then the magic moment comes which saves you from jumping of the bridge, gassing your head or mixing a drug cocktail. Though often an artists may feel like the loneliest one in the room, seeing ghosts in the shadows of the wall, what she feels is really only the mirror of what all the other people at the party live with everyday. Everyone lives with the assumption that their little world is the world, and their little concerns are the concerns, cut off from everyone and everything else, and though everyone prays that their needs will be advanced, deep inside they know there's no reason they should be. Everyone walks lonely. The artists, the bard, the prophet, the poet receives that rare grace by which in an instant she knows that her small troubles, her fears and agonies are the trails, the fears and the anguishes of the whole world. Living inside herself she knows she is telling the story of everyone around her, and looking inside, and going beneath the skin.

And so whether we laugh or cry we do not do it alone.