Start over
Maybe I should start to write here again, before I finally forget the password of this blog.
It has been at lease a year since I last logged in and wrote. How did I manage to lock all my thoughts inside me for this long? Ah, I forget I have another way to find the exit now. I can draw and paint, with all my emotions and darkness that haunt me at nights. They flew with my pencils, brushes and paints, and refilled my heart very soon. Is it because now I have half of my brain unfilled with the busy projects that I used to have? Drawing isn't enough to be the gateway. I have to open the old path, the one I used to rely on. A house I filled with junks and trashes and treasures. And memeries.
I do not fear to expose myself. Artist and writers do that. Forget, should we forget the beautifulness of the blossom, even thought it is now cover with dusts and dirts? Let me follow you, brightness, until the last moment of my life...
It has been at lease a year since I last logged in and wrote. How did I manage to lock all my thoughts inside me for this long? Ah, I forget I have another way to find the exit now. I can draw and paint, with all my emotions and darkness that haunt me at nights. They flew with my pencils, brushes and paints, and refilled my heart very soon. Is it because now I have half of my brain unfilled with the busy projects that I used to have? Drawing isn't enough to be the gateway. I have to open the old path, the one I used to rely on. A house I filled with junks and trashes and treasures. And memeries.
I do not fear to expose myself. Artist and writers do that. Forget, should we forget the beautifulness of the blossom, even thought it is now cover with dusts and dirts? Let me follow you, brightness, until the last moment of my life...
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