Have you ever been in exile? Believe it or not, I was, for over a year around 2003. Don't worry, I wasn't in jail but the wardens were my parents. To this day, I look back and think of that phase in my life as the "dark age" spiraling downwards into a black hole.
Ironically, it was also a time when I found my creative potential despite having gone to art school years prior. It must be all those idle times that made me think what a solitary creature I really am!
Here are a few documented reminders that make looking back during those times less disheartening.
Cindy Gonzales - Kujat
I'm pulling my head back
The wound on my neck to show
The many times you made me think
I could be greater
I serve you my spoilt heart
On a silver platter
With a silver fork
But I'm still not worth your gold.
It felt like closing your eyes from the strobes of light
While the beating of your heart rocks your whole weight
But it's only a moment of another miracle as we fall into slumber.
Oh, a tender loving heart
Is a tender hand climbing up front
The second helping
Is always reminiscent
Of the first intrusion.