Letting it all pass me by. Roll off my back. Slip through my fingers. Trying not to let the end of the school year be the end of my creative flow. Trying not to let loneliness rear its head into my daily outlook.

Creations are product of emotions, yes?
Well what if these emotions are something you wish to suppress or change?
I do not wish to feel sadness.
I do not wish to care about people that are unreachable-- physically, emotionally, and creatively.
I do not wish to be an island.

You are what you are and feel what you feel-- you should embrace it and ride it out.

But it's always easier to ask the questions than to live out the answers.





my hands, they hold the world.