I had a minor breakdown earlier. I don't know if I ever get eyes on my writing, or my g-posing. The former I know is an art form. The latter is dubious. Others have told me it is, but I of course, in a cloud of self deprecation constantly doubt that in myself. I know that I toil over them. For hours on end, tweaking miniscule motions of finger, eye lid, angle of the eye. Adjust the breast, contort that back to where it needs to be.
They aren't my assets- but what they represent means so much to me. As much as the words that I have typed down. If not more so in some ways. Still, I have always struggled valiantly to get even the most miniscule of feedback on any of it.
How vain I must be, to writhe and complain out loud in regards to this. To plea for some speck of validation that what I do has any value. That it makes someone smile, even a little. That it makes someone feel something in their heart. Touched by word or image. That they can feel the emotions that pour out into the aether.
Please, anyone, let me know the screaming of my heart is not in vain.

