Corrupted-in-flesh

I dont know how many could relate to this, But the struggle of being an artist and having a phobia of feetI mean, I can draw them but at the same time, I cant because it always looks gross, or even scary. Yeeeaaaah it always bothers me because I love drawing full bodies.   I wish there was a way to fix it, other then not drawing feet I mean.  But yeah, thats one of my biggest struggles.

If I sit up now, I'll fall back to the floor. My legs gave way to the weight of the days. The pain that rests at the last bone of my back, holding down my spine and pulling in my ribs. My lungs collapse in gasping breaths as I lay on the hard floor. I stare with my glazed eyes up at the plain old ceiling, wondering how forgotten it really gets, hanging over everyones head so high and out of reach. A sigh escapes my lips that only split far enough to let my breathing come in and out slowly. Where I lay is silent and cold. Could it be that where I am,Im alone? Or has everyone forgotten about me, just like the ceiling above. Maybe I have

I never liked diving into the deep end of relationships. I hated to get attached to people in the fear of separation and death. So I stayed in the shallow end with others who couldn't swim so deep. But as it went on, more and more people learned to swim into the deep, and many didn't come back. So I was left alone in the shallows, still fearing the idea of loving someone so much that I would dive in deep. I still fear the idea, and I don't think I'll ever go in deeper the my shoulders. I like the feeling of ground under my feet so I don't slip and drown in the pain of love and connection. Many people have tried to call me in deeper but I wont