A horrible thing.

Today I did a horrible, terrible, sad, mean thing.

But it was the right thing.
and that makes me even sadder.

It is a sad moment when I accept that things won't work out perfectly. That there's no way but a bad way.
It's a moment of death and of compromise and of loss.
I hate that moment.

I should have left it white...

I am covered in charcoal, and I'm turning my computer keys an interesting shade of gray. There is also a smudge sweeping across my forehead like the tail of a comet. Art is messy.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.