My life...

I am afraid, I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness, I never thought, I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. I long for a noble escape from freedom - I am weak, tired… There is nowhere to go - not home, where I would blubber and cry, a grotesque fool, into my mother’s skirts… ”

It’s a funny thing about coming home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same… You’ll realize what’s changed is you ”

I left you because I want to climb mountains, and you just want to draw them. ”

Time is very slow for those who wait
Very fast for those who are scared
very long for those who lament
Very short for those who celebrate
But for those who love time is eternal ”