Someone wrote this in my journal when I wasn´t in control of it. I think it´s beautiful.
"Old enough to know better
Too young to care
I´ve emptied my pockets
And the rain is in my hair
My art is soaked
from sitting on the the street
I´ve nowhere to go
and no one to meet
But I´ll draw my pictures
That no one will ever see
I feel quite fucked
but I´m still looking for weed
So I recieve my drawing pad back
And I finish my OWN life"
-Anonymous
This person had me summed up pretty fucking good... not to mention it was a cold rainy night and I was indeed soaked... and indeed handing out art that you all will never see.
