Whilst generally my cartoons are (supposed to be) hilarious, life is not always sunshine and candy. So for a bit of a change, here is quite a dark piece of prose I wrote in 2010 whilst living/travelling in NYC…
I walked down the street, only to realize I’d never been there before. So I cried.
I wished I was home instead, and remembered the troubles encompassed. So I cried.
I received a gift, and felt so guilty for the care involved in it’s choosing, that I cried.
I thought first of my friends, and then of how they were gone, and I cried.
I felt frustration and anger for my weakness and tears. So I cried.
And I cried
and I cried
and I cried, until there was nothing left.
Nothing left but tears and pain.
Confusion and nowhere to go.
Don’t recognize this person, don’t want any part of this reality.
Hatred for the hate welling inside, an uncontrollable rage with no obvious base. To escape the escape, the fool that I am.
What a waste.
© Michelle De Aizpurua and MissyCartoons 2013