serious kettle ㉜

the spout looked lovable ,so stopped. 

shot under room light, the top of the picture got  

 

heavenly.

continuing from yesterday, 

i always feel some connection seeing art brut, but there also are big differences.

i always think where i am is in between, or somewhere neither there nor other there. like limbo.

there are  things which is so difficult for me to do . 

and it is not be understood because it is so easy for 'normal' people ,easy enough not to think about.

no matter how difficult to be, how painful it is, that doesn't mean i am disable. because i can manage ,somehow. and because i can manage somehow, no one come to support nor protect.

i'm just uneducated,  raised in toxic people ,twisted ,troubled, difficult, highly sensitive, adhd-ish, asd-ish, ld-ish, bipolar-ish, something. or just a dish-washer or a night-shifter, ish.

then i belong nowhere. i want to believe who belongs nowhere can still do something as a person who belongs nowhere.