Sometimes I suspect I'm slowly rotting away on the inside.
I learnt it in Primary 3 Science: living things grow.
Without growth, there cannot be life.
I once had dreams to expand my territory far and wide, to have a little dorm room and a studio and be on a ladder painting. But these days I have tidied up my thoughts and swept them into closeted piles. I farm myself; I trim away inclinations that make jagged lines in my blueprint.
But I know that life has to continue. I have to grow.
1 comment:
i think it's not wrong to dream as you have. maybe those are the things that people should be doing. although, life does make it hard to follow such. i like your artwork, by the way.:)
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