Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
Ivan Turgenev
days. months. years.
i’ve been writing already for years here. still feels like nothing changes.
people are the same. so i am.
i thought time was always right……………….
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Rabindranath Tagore
well.
one of the most awe-inspiring things that i find myself drawn to time and time again is the beauty of clouds.
convey the sense of vastness and majesty.
soft lines. subtle shading. darker shades of gray.
i imagine myself soaring high above them, feeling the wind rushing through my hair and the sun warming my skin. a reminder that there’s so much more to life than the small things that we often get caught up in.
peace. tranquility.
still. clouds are often dark.
Partying is such sweet sorrow
Robert Byrne
ever felt alone in a crowd, even with people you know they love you? that’s me.
why do i feel like one day, i’ll leave one of these parties on my own, take my car and just drive to the sunset?
not sure what is wrong with me. not sure if anything’s wrong actually. no one could understand anyway.
even myself.
build the job around the person, to create a virtual job portfolio to match what he/she does best
don edward beck
i feel like i do what i do best right now. which means i don’t even need to do much to do that.
call it luck, shame, whatever you want. i’m living.
life can be easy sometimes. i guess.
what’s the purpose of living or doing something, if no-one’s there to witness it?
me, probably
i tried my best to put together this artwork. took me some time but i think it was worth it! this could go in a museum or any art show. that being said, i always thought i could have become a real artist. i feel like i have the touch, and i’m pretty sure there’s still a way to make a living out of it. i know that if i finally decide to do it, you’ll share my work.
