For some time now, I’ve been addicted to sadness and frustration. I know this, as I can feel the gaps when they grow. Like long silences in elevators to some, and unsaid words in conversations for others. It was nice to be–momentarily, of course–feeling something else. It’s an exhilarating moment in time, watching someone pick up a creation you created and react. And so that was glimpsed more than once at MegaCon 2012, where people seemed to enjoy my “bad comics”; heck, I even sold out of the horror-based ones!
I hope to feel this again.
A crown of gold
A heart that’s harder than stone
And it hurts to hold on
But it’s missed when it’s gone
– “The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot” by Brand New