Who would've known
Some years later nothing brings more comfort than feeling a new sketchbook, listening to the sound of graphite scratching on paper; I like to think of it as graphite dancing, molecules that eventually settle in their final poses on the dance floor- paper, to form the final masterpiece.

I often catch myself agreeing with myself that perhaps, just perhaps, this new life isn't as bleak as it had first presented itself to be. Cliche as it may sound, every cloud indeed has a silver lining. There is now time to muse about random things (like what I'm currently doing), recall my love for the written word, go outdoors to soak up the sun while attempting to do on-site sketching (it is more exciting than it sounds. I promise)...and the list goes on. While I still believe that whoever said uni life is easier is lying his ass off, I'm grateful for random opportunities here and there that allow me to recline into my kind of comfort and recharge before returning to the daily grind that, more often than not, puts me in a kind of black mood that even I can't comprehend

Here's to a great week ahead everyone xx

"I know so many last words. But I'll never know hers." -John Green, Looking For Alaska

May we all seek solace in the fact that peace will never part with you again, and that you are set free from the brunt of daily life

It reaches out to grab you just when you think it's asleep forever

It pricks you, ever so gently, and you wonder if you have imagined it all

Then you listen, and there it is-

Trickle, trickle, trickle

Steady and continuous

Ruby teardrops falling

Build a bridge over the dark and bitter waters, and walk across it 

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I still recall how trips to kino had placed a spring in my step, a sparkle in my eye. For the longest time I had envisioned myself lounging in that cosy corner where children's books were placed, novel in my lap and savouring every moment as sunlight streamed through the glass windows and tinted my hair golden.

"What is the meaning of existence"

"WE EXIST FOR MEAT BUFFET" 

..

Uninspired of late, wondering

what it means to exist at all?