drawing | youth

youth and bitter truth. through marianne faithfull's song {long version} that does sound ominous. i was quite besotted by faithfull's album when it first appeared. i wanted 'to ride the streets of paris in a sport's car'. so far i managed the bus☻.

so. 'where did it fade away to, that bitter {sweet} truth, ... my youth'? thirty years gone, yet, where'd they slip away to? exciting and lived years in ghent, brussels, england and antwerp, and a 23-year old to show for. things could be worse ☻.

in addition and through an excellent vera episod, i realise again however hard we may try to eradicate the past, our mind will pop back to major and minor trauma like a songline, until we find a way to forgive ourselves. 

as opposed to those mildly riotous earlier {twenty something} years, a prevailing softness allowing less erratic action makes problem solving a much gentler enterprise. coming to terms with acquiescence on a daily basis comes as a relief. 

oh dear, i hadn't meant for such a monologue! i am sharing with you my home and my old swing underneath my beloved sweet cherry tree straight from my provincial years. my childhood right before youth ☺. sweet rose's subliminal theme.