[garçon]

To be unfit. To try and change the self to no avail. To be numb out of necessity. To be jealous and never do anything about it. To daydream about memories. To watch from afar. To always come back to what you are. To live through the eyes of someone else. To live for someone else. To never feel good enough and yet be just at peace with your decisions. There is no use dwelling in the past. Remembering is the most beautiful part about being human. But that’s all there is to it. Remembering. Don’t you want to cry when you look in the mirror and see how you’ve grown? When you look through old pictures and every word you’ve ever been told climbs up your spine? I can’t remember a single good thing when I try. 

Symbolized by the colors blue and grey. To match the widely assigned emotion to these colors. But Garçon goes beyond sadness. It’s something else entirely. It’s impossible to define with words. I want every drawing of him to be a completed piece but still feel like something’s missing. I didn’t want to write anything on his drawings because sometimes I’m not even sure what I want to convey through him. 

There are always exceptions to the rule, though.