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On days when the park is closed and the internet is quiet. When the only sound is the plane flying past my flat, and the puppies are sleeping - I am one bored girl. Maybe I will dig out my paint and finish a painting, or start a novel for National Novel Writing Month. I've had characters floating around in my head, maybe it's time to get them on paper.
I have something inside me that I want to give myself - fuck the world, no one needs to remember me. I want to look at a painting or write a book and say, 'damn, that's good.' The first step is to stop being so lazy. If I make it to the kitchen today, I'll consider it a productive day. Sometimes, I can't get over how apathetic I can be. Or how passionate. Ask me on that particular day, and the answer won't be the same.
I've been meaning to cut out stencils, and design my Sherlock Holmes tattoo. My fingers twitch at the thought of picking up the Xacto knife. This day begs for art, and for once, I'm not going to ignore that little voice. For now, the kettle is whistling, and there's a blank canvass that needs to be cut and colored.