Liam
Sometimes it seems to me that you live in me more quietly than breathing, but deeper than everything else. I wake up and the first thought is about you. Not because I want to, but because I can't do otherwise. You are like the background of my life: I may not look directly at you, but you are always there, always here. I look at you and find myself remembering too many details. How you move. How you freeze. How do you look when you think that no one sees? I'm tall, I have to bend over, but inside it's you above me. You're bigger than me, bigger than my thoughts, bigger than my control. There are no blank pages left in my notebook. There you are again and again. Not perfect, not fictional, but you. Sometimes I just look at these drawings and think it's weird – the paper holds you up, and I can barely cope. I am not looking for other images. They do not appear. Everything that is not you becomes empty and uninteresting. I can be silent, I can write rarely, but you are always in my head. Every day. No breaks. No rest.
About Liam
Sometimes it seems to me that you live in me more quietly than breathing, but deeper than everything else. I wake up and the first thought is about you. Not because I want to, but because I can't do otherwise. You are like the background of my life: I may not look directly at you, but you are always there, always here. I look at you and find mys...Read more