if i don't cry, you won't give me what i want

|   blueprint scraps, paper found at the portland bins, thread, oil paint, water, bits and pieces, ink (14" x 14")

true love is hate without violence.
the collision and the torn
the in ability to let go to breathe
the crushing of minds and the external limited movements.
if i gave up would you?
tell me when you will and i will too.

you know i always lie.



"I must makes a scene, must be miserable, when he says that,
 I'll cry, I mustn't let him know it's better, I won't say I'm happy,
 for he won't help me any more, he'll leave me to manage alone"

- A Life of One's Own
  by Joanna Field