Breathe

Just breathe

distracted by the day

It's 2:13 pm and I haven't exactly started on my business papers. I am profusley

 distracted by the simple greatness of the day. How can you not be? With great music blasting through the speakers, warm light grazing the windows and great ideas pumping some sanity into the brain.

Inspired by Dianna Agron's amazing blog, felldowntherabbithole.tumblr.com, and her site, you, me & charlie, I plan to make zine. A blog would usually be the first in mind but I have tried making one, or two, or three of the same purpose, all of which have failed in perfect succession. I've always had trouble with consistency. Hopefully the act of writing, creating and working with my hands (as opposed to typing and the hum drum copy-paste drill) will get my engine running.

I want to sharpen my writing. I want to be able to acknowledge the 'I.' I realized I'm not very good at talking about myself, my views, my ideas and my passions. I want to change that. I want to discover for myself great art and music, great people and great stories. I want to discover. I want to learn. I want to experience.

I want to do this zine. And hopefully with this I get to culminate all the things I've wanted to do but have been unable to. (playlist', art, writing, silkscreen, rugs, etc.)

The afternoon is warm

 Routine tends to drain out even the most diligent. Days seem monotonous, dry even. But there comes a time where routine is spruced up by good music, a gentle breeze and a fine cloudy day, and the routine then ceases to exist.

The afternoon is enticing, the music, warm like a nice cup of chocolate: slightly sweet, slightly bitter. Just right.

it's dark out

I seem to be in the mood for despair.

The night is cold.