Why is it so hard to disguise myself?
Why is it so hard to disguise myself.? It is not necessarily a bad thing. I would like some illusions and some more lives.
To conquer my feelings and leave the earth. We are here for one and only reason. I might tell you that reason later.
Now, back to my sketchbook. A mindful activity. I wish I knew how to draw. I usually use only black and white.
I am afraid of adding colours and don’t know how to mix them. I hear a sound that belongs to the outer world.
I am made out of paper. In a two dimensional space I try to move around. I do not fit anywhere. My thoughts are huge.
If they had a shape they would have been monsters. They are chasing me now. My colour pencils are coming behind me and I am running for my life.
I wish I could make peace with green. It is an interesting colour. The forest, I love the most. Noisy neighbours don’t leave me to a quiet place.
I wonder about wonders. Miracles of a supernatural nature. I once saw a ghost. I think he saw me and he might even became scare.
For ghosts maybe humans are scary. Parts of horror movies. Frightening scattered emotional beings are everywhere.
The noise is coming from outside and got locked in. I imagine an imaginary place out of this door. Lines of architecture.
I must have fallen asleep on my hand because now it is numb. I am falling to a spiral of indifferent words. I now stop to look out the window.
A hurricane and a rain of birds. I stopped wanting things. I like what i already have.
