I feel light when I’m with you.
I’m tired of never fitting in.
in the middle of the wispy green was a canvas.
you were obsessed with perfection.
paintings are alive.
the bleeding colorsare transformed into rainbowsof beauty and pain
i want to be the “perfect me” that you hold as your image of me. it just feels so far away.
i lived in a black and white world.monochrome, i saw only two sidesof the coin – never the ends and never the folds. to me, myself was the combinationof the ugly from my parents,of white scars running deep through black souls. but, if i was the cracked, uneven sidewalk,you were the bouquet of flowers blossomingContinue reading “paint – my life”
Isn’t it just demoralizing that the future consists of college, job, and then death? This is the timeline of a life: Baby. Child. Going to elementary school. Pre-teenager. Going to middle school. Teenager. Going to high school. Worry about the future. Figure out who your friends are. Figure out which major you’re going to have.Continue reading “Life on a Micro-level Versus on a Macro-level: Meaningless or Not?”