New post from Disordered Engines - "I Want To Be An Artist." (http://disorderedengines.blogspot.co.uk/2016/07/i-want-to-be-artist.html)
"I want to be an artist."
"And in real life?"
"Why does everyone always say that?"
"Because it's the way it is."
"No it's not. It's just narrow perspectives."
"Narrow perspectives? Where did you pick that up?"
"Pick it up? Why couldn't it just be me expressing myself?"
"You're doing that alot lately."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
He sighed and looked away."Nothing."
"And you've been saying that a lot recently as well."
"You've changed." He said.
"No I haven't."
"Yes you have. You really aren't the same person anymore. Not the one I used to know anyway."
"They have to!"
I stopped. I was going to say "yes you have," but you know, he really hadn't. In all the years I'd known him, he hadn't changed. All had stayed exactly the same for him. He was fiercely loyal, he was comforting, he was crazy, and he was adorable. I loved him dearly, but ultimately, to me at least, he was dull, suffocating, stuck. It was then that I realised that as much as I had gained towards being an artist, whether it happened in reality or not, as much as my life had grown towards that ultimate goal, there was much that I had lost in the process. Watching his steady fluid loyal gaze I realised I had lost my oldest friend, and he had lost me.