Inner Voice

 2 ft x 18 in 

Oil, spray paint, colored pencil and marker on wood board

I am screaming on the inside. Nothing surprises me anymore. At this point in my life I know that everything is temporary. I am screaming every second of every day. Even when I think someone is going to stick around, be present, they always end up getting X’ed out. Sometimes it feels like the universe is telling me “you can’t have that and you can’t be that”, it feels like I'm not allowed to have any form of security in my life.