I just need enough time off for my mind to accept the fact that I am here, being, alive. The weather is so beautiful, virginal, happy even. The light refuses to go away. I need to breathe, to stare, to just space out. I need to do more art, write more, photograph more, observe more. I need fingertips stained with ink and peace. Talk less, think even lesser. I need to stop obsessing about the petty things in life. Silence is happiness but silence is melancholy.

There are so many things that need to be written down, recorded, documented (and not just photographed) but I dont have enough words to express all of them. This journal was made for a purpose and I am slowly forgetting what it was. I though the new year will give me a new sense of direction and bring me back to my right path and I'd but I am more lost than ever. I will find the words after I lay dead for a second.

Today she is the lady of death, which I believe is the best muse to have. - Kit Williams