Listening to: Lana Del Rey
Reading: A Storm of Swords
Drinking: Green tea
I've not had time for my passion. I love to draw, and paint. But I have no time. I spend all of my time working and devoting my life to things that don't matter to me. I've suppressed my passions in the hope that I can work my way toward the luxury of having the time I desire for my creative side to shine. I miss it, more than anything else, and it makes me terribly sad knowing that I lack inspiration and devotion to what I once dreamed would be how I made my living.
I have at least realized that I dream of having the time to express my imaginations, of being able to see at last on paper what I picture in my head.
I will have time. When, I don't know. But I ache for it. I want nothing more than to be able to build my talents and one day have my own gallery.