Submitting work to a Gallery.
The problem is when you expose the safety
of the reality that keeps you sane and at
arms length from the 'really real world'
Although almost forgotten, I expect a letter
each day to drop through the door delivering
a blow, even though I have already chosen to
disregard the whole affair as quite foolish
and not in any way detrimental to general day
to day pursuits.
That said, it still looms like a heavy cloud
at the back of my mind, threatening one hell
of a heavy downpour, pissing all over what I
hold dear to my own sanity..
I'll pretend I don't care.
Storm clouds come and go and after the rain
things never seem that bad.