there's no such thing as an unwritten life. just a badly written one...

so here's what I've been doing recently:
attenpting to write something [link]
and wasting time with dignity. and struggling with my thoughts.
I managed to start this blog thing, and alltough I'm not entierly sure that I'm gonna ever finish what I started, my novel I mean, the fact that I know that people read my stuff and like it makes me keep writing. even if its evloving slowly, and I mean not more that a page per week, it's a great place to escape, the novel. and I'm curious, really curious where it's all gonna lead to.

"Born into confusion,
Where infant eyes deceive,
I reach to my reflection,
But is it really me?

Theres comfortable illusion,
To hide reality,
And shame for those who believe,
In things they cannot see"

if I drew anything lately? not really. I wanna start painting again, 'cause I miss it and... I miss it. I enjoyed painting 'Shadowlands', I think it's the one thing that defines myself at this point.
I've been staying at home for a while, no school, because of some stupid flu, I slept alot, especially in the morning, and it was weird that after many dreams, I was waking up and trying to remember what I've done yesterday, and I couldn't make the difference between dream and reality. it was a strange, but enjoyable feeling, a totally new one that reminded me of the beauty of the unknown things that are about to come. so yeah, I'm thrilled.

...and I'm gonna live like I'm telling the best story in the whole world.