hate comment

someone wrote a hate letter to my art work of my lover. a series of devoted drawings of mama with small captions. that could mostly only be understood by my and her. cute litter drawings of us laying and lounging together contentedly, a few others i don't remember, and one of her all bloody with me drinking her blood. (vampire!) the hanged man in reverse was the final picture in the scenes. after i saw the hanged man it was time to leave. i left to get in the car to travel somewhere and end a journey. in the background there was a movie playing were actress faruka balk was also leaving her found family and family alike to pursue her dreams of being a lounge singer. i forgot the exact terms. you know, one of those singers in the 1940s who was quite famous and toured and made lots of money. someone took it the wrong way and told me to let go of my punching chokehold of her. i replied: "lower your expectations. men, women and others alike are never perfect and neither are their relationships. picture perfect doesn't exist. improvement is not linear, and takes time to develop. that is what makes us human, or other ;)" (implied vampires)