My dad and I talk about how we’re both left- and right- brain people, which helps us with our art. He’s a photographer, but he’s very technical about it. I’m pretty technical about my writing too… sometimes I see plots and sentences in a mathematical sense… it’s hard to explain. But like I can see the ballerina going both ways if I try.
´existing´ is easy. It means, go to school, go to work. It means to do, what other people expect you to do. ´living´ is hard. living is all this, but much more stronger. It means pain, pleasure, heartbreak, happiness. You live, when you follow your own expectations, when you stand up, after someone forces you to kiss the ground. I´m afraid of living.
There is some kind of a phoenix inside of me, wanting to spread his wings and fly away with my soul. Nothing more than a whisper. Something that helps me, keeping my head high. Ya´ know what I mean? A wish, a promise. I´ll find a home. I´ll be loved. And maybe- in ten years, or in hundred, I´ll be understood.