DarkSideOfPi

In an amusement park filled with literally thousands of people I used all of my strength to find that one person. The probability of me even finding her were near impossible. Throughout the entire day, my eyes darted from crowd to crowd, store to store, and ride after ride. I relentlessly looked for her knowing that the fear that i might not get to see her one last time. Suddenly in a last ditch of effort, i found her walking with her friends. I dashed through the crowd of people hurrying as fast as i can. There were so many people, but my eyes were fixated on her. I had to have said "excuse me" so much to where it had to be as long as a nove

Sometimes it feels like i am stuck in a repetitive cycle of me asking why. People that i have known have said that people do art in order to communicate their perspective or how they feel. Sometimes i ask myself what's the point of communicating if you're not sure if anyone will listen. Then feeling this way only spurns me from trying to exercise my art skills. Although from understanding, if i dont exercise my talent then i wont be able to speak loud of enough. Someone looked at my sketch book and they told me that i never finish any of my drawings. I soon realized that i always start my drawings, but i never seem to have enough confidence

It's hard to call it a home, when it can feel like an island or a prison... ._.