Strange feelings on this Monday afternoon. Shifting towards evening my head gets heavier and relaxed. The slow rain outside gives a soft breeze and delicious air. It is still summer and I m gonna see my momma. Just drew a bit and I will definitely do that more often in the new flat.
Everything is on track. The train of my life is going as smooth as can be. But when I sketched a quick drawing with coal, an old sad man appeared on the white paper. Sad eyes look at me and they tell tales of understanding pain. Life is not always as good to us as it appears in these moments. Actually the moment is not representative of a care free and joyful one, but rather an acceptance of a past that has not happened yet. A feeling of closure for future me.