I’ve got the post-party / post-P&B launch / post-best six months and best creative experience of my fucking life blues.
Half a year was spent leading up to delivering my heart to the world and it all culminated and came to an end on Friday. I miss it already.
I feel like a part of me is gone.
I do have the tangible result of my devotion in the form of a book, some sweet memories to be sure...
And I do have this flower that I wore in my hair 🌺
But all pales in comparison to the purpose and joy I felt while creating my art.
The Poet & The Butterfly fed my soul and directed my days like nothing else ever could. I feel lost and empty and a bit displaced. A little bit sad with a wish that certain things didn’t have to end.
Farewell to the sweetest time of my life 💔
Let us now see what shall take its place.
With love and sadness,
(Black and white image by Ilias Walchshofer)
P.P.S. If an erotic, poetic, insightful and vulnerable real-life fairytale is your kinda thing, I invite you to explore my soul's offering, The Poet & The Butterfly Collection.