#magicalsummer

I'm not sure if it's a lack of courage or motivation that has kept me from being as productive, expressive and artistic as I set out to be the beginning of this year. Thankfully, life goes on outside of my blog, but its also nice to reminisce and vent about it. It's nice to stop and smell those wilted roses every full moon. I'm starting sketch a day a few days from now and it feels like redemption. The amount of drawing I have done this year is disturbing. Sadly, I can count on two hands how many times I've drawn. So I'm happy in some nature. Sewing is stunted but it feels more and more like my pride is in the way more than the vapid doings of others. I guess its time to suck it up. Now music has been more than what I've dreamed. Found the most wonderful soul in this small dim town to make noise with me and Aliza. Her taste is exquisite, her ambition is mind blowing and her musical sentiments are divine. I am lame and I haven't reminisced any of this magical summer. I've been dwelling in tired doldrums and sentiments in my head. It's time to feel alive. Feel everything, not just fear and ache. It sounds silly, but before this month I was so sure I was a ghost and now I'm not sure I am anymore...