I remember the night, I do.
Just not in great detail.
It's almost as if,
it had been turned on mute.
Because I remember no words at all.
Only the movement of your lips.
Like we were fighting underwater.
Then bobbing to the surface of soberiety,
and wondering what all those bubbles that escaped your lips even meant.

If I could do it all over again, without being able to change a thing, I would.
It seems so strange, but I long for it.
If I could do it all over, I would only do it slower.
I'd take every second into my lungs, and breathe life back into it.
Watching hopelessly, desperately wanting to fix all the pain, all the mistakes.
Trapped.
I'd suffer through it all, see it crumble away slowly.
Again and again and again.
I would put us on a never ending loop.
Until we were dead and gone.

Eddie the Tree Monster

Yet another finished piece working with yet another extremely frustrating canvas. Sorry about the photo quality, lighting, spacing and what not - photography is clearly not my calling. Here I emulated (kind of) the Fear of the Dark album cover in acrylic paint on a very large stretched canvas. It was so difficult because the material was so course, and very absorbant of the paint. As in, everything I put on there, had to happen it layers or else it wouldn't show up.

But here it is, Eddie the Tree Monster.