I could cry to Rem like I cry to my boyfriend. I could lay my head on his chest, curl up, and just absolutely soak his poor shirt in tears while holding his hand. I just want to be held and heard by those I trust. It's very difficult for me, as it is for many people with the HSP trait, to grow emotionally close to people, but intimacy is something I desperately crave. It is a blessing that I have art. I can manifest these emotions in some way. If in this quarantine I cannot be held and cry into someone I trust, then I can make them in my drawings. Pathetic and lonely, or lonely and clever- who knows, who cares. What works, works, to make us healthy again. What more innocent coping strategy can there be than art.