Everyday in my life, i wanna pick up colorful brushes to paint a picture about my life, my thoughts and feelings. It's "easier said than done" not becuz i lack of artistic skills. A lot of images overlap in my mind. They recall me not only my happy but also said experience. How come i just always draw the same kind of things on papers- the happy ones- even when i'm surrounded by sorrows and pains? I really don't know. Maybe i've been pushing myself so hard to be the one that's not the really me. I sometimes wanna sit alone with some of my ever best friends to open my heart. Iwant all the people around me to be good and kind people. I wanna look up to the sky and find the place God's living and ask Him when he would come and end up man's sadnesses.
Everyday i find peace and relief from my friends and my family, waiting for another "i am" to come out.