serious kettle ㉜ and "play pathology-ish"

the spout looked lovable ,so stopped. 

shot under room light, the top of the picture got  

 

heavenly.

Continuing from yesterday-

I always feel some kind of connection when I see art brut, but there are also big differences.

I often feel like I am somewhere in between-neither there nor anywhere else. Like in limbo.

There are things that are so difficult for me to do, 

and it's rarely understood, because those 'difficult things' are so easy for most people - easy enough that they don't have to even think about them.

But no matter how difficult and painful things get, that doesn't mean I am disable. 

Because I can manage ,somehow.

And because I can manage somehow, no one comes to support nor protect me.

I'm not well-educated, raised among toxic people. I'm twisted ,troubled, difficult, highly sensitive - adhd-ish, asd-ish, ld-ish, bipolar-ish, something. 

Or just a dish-washer or a night-shifter, -ish.

So I belong nowhere. 

Still, I want to believe who belongs nowhere can still do something as a person who belongs nowhere.

At least, that’s how I feel today.

                                                                                                                                     - play pathology-ish