God is so.....Mischievous.
I guess i was born into a needy artist's body, so demanding, i can't stand not having inspiration. I thrive from influence. Such a cliche, but it's like a fish out of water when i can't convert these thoughts into words. When i'm confined and can't express myself.
I guess it's the coldness outside the fish tank that bothers me. A world of denying friend invites, cancelling plans, jumping from one conclusion to the next. I don't like it. I've learned, with help, to accept change, but not always to be pleased with it.But maybe just tonight we should forget about whats right one last time...
Well, school apparently has it's benefits.
The class and I went to two museums. The first was to get a taste of older art, 18th and 19th century art. The second was of contemporary art...
I've never felt so inspired. I left the art gallery with my heart soaring. I went outside felt so energetic. The day was so bright, the energy, the vibrant clouds reflecting the sunlight. Suddenly I could see again.
I really find it amazing, when you pray for something, and it's instantly answered. But..
...All prayers are answer according to will, or destiny. Whichever you please.
I really don't believe in coicidence. I don't believe in luck. Destiny makes no room for luck, or chance.
...But this is not what this post was about XD