I miss staying up all night
Minding my own stuffs
Where my head is empty
But my soul is free
I really do not feel like talking.
I can smile. I can laugh. And I can give you all the reactions you want.
But I’m not listening. I’m not paying attention.
I’m not living in this moment.
My soul is not here. I’m empty.
I just want to disappear.
Fly me anywhere.
Anywhere but here.
Participated in this 2015 Nando’s Art Initiative the other day and was luckily selected as one of the finalists (there are around 80 of them). Although couldn’t make it further to the top but this art piece was unexpectedly chosen for Nando’s Art Initiative 2015 Art Exhibition. At the meantime, it went through a silent auction.
I’m so glad someone out there appreciated this.
This is what it looks like. Enjoy!
Nothing to give to you but this.
Have a blessed Raya in the arms of your love ones 🙂
I miss the days when I can actually sit, think and draw; when I can be with myself deep into the night in silence; when I can be comfortable doing what I’m doing.