I am not going to apologize for how I felt in my last post, but I do apologize for my vituperative language. I let a few things slip from my mind that came out vulgar.
Today is the start of winter break. I can finally have a peace of mind and enjoy sleep-in Saturdays. I intend to work on my novel and oil paint. You have no idea how much I've longed to pick up a brush and lose a piece of my soul on a blank canvas.
If there was a Walden to call my own, I would say my sanctuary is found in my writing an painting. If I could, I would move to the south of France to paint all day and read all night. Maybe a snapshot of reality here and there. But I suppose that wouldn't do me any good. I'd be a perpetual bum. Oh, but if only..
About Me
- a floral sea
- Like a name lost in a sea of names, my name is of no significance, but you may call me Emmy. I live to seek no money or fame; only just to fulfill my insatiable need to write. I enjoy conversations of depth and a cup of rose marzipan tea to go with them. I like meeting strangers and getting to know them at a slow pace. Music has a way of taming my soul and art captures my emotions in different sentimental wavelengths. The same goes for photography. I love taking snapshots of life and moments. I love nature. Don't hurt the environment, or you'll make the sky cry. I like dropping my change onto the street for strangers to pick them up and find good luck.
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