Hello again.1
It's only me. Come by for another moan. Only this time I have a lot more questions.2
Life is strange isn't it? I mean I don't think any of us will ever get it, or be good at it. We all get screwed over at some point right?3
Plus I mean look at the people in life. I think we all start out as blank canvases. And as we go through life we paint who we are. Well ... at least I think we do.4
Some people paint who they want us to believe they are. Don't they? And we get so caught up and engrossed at looking at the bold colours, the different textures and materials, that we forget to look at the bigger picture. 5
Other canvases look beautiful from far away. Then, as you dare to let yourself get closer, as you do, the painting turns dark and cold, the canvas old and torn, battered and bruised. It's not what you thought at all.6
I think my canvas at the moment is white. Pure white, with bright bold neon colours splashed all over it at random.That represents who I am and the uncertainty of where I am going. Especially the uncertainty.7
No one will ever really know anyone else. Or what their canvas represents. Right?8
So why do we bother?9
That is my question.10
Until next time.11
-H- x12
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