looking back, i really am this strange person who contradicts myself with my own thoughts. i say the little things catch on and linger in my mind for a long time and a lot of things can bug me if they are not in the appropriate places almost making me suffocate through the claustrophobic feel i tend to get from time to time- while simultaneously, i like to place these objects in various spots only to satisfy myself with the scattered cluttered mess i end up making. i just have to say, all i ever feel and see is color. how strange.
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