Time is always on a run. And yet it keeps standing still. And so am I. Or that's what it feels like. I run through life, everything's always just out of reach and yet can't catch up with me at the same time. The last couple of months have been amazing. And horrible. And really exhausting. And totally boring. And kinda weird and stressed and tiring and Relaxing and awesome. All at the same time. So much has happened, I've moved to Berlin, I finished school, I feel like finally living - and still I totally fail to have any grasp of anything. I drift through this flood of experiences and can't lose the feeling of missing out on everything.
And then there's art. The thing that used to be my creative outlet for anything. Creativity. Creating my own places, worlds, characters... And somehow it all got lost on the way. Or that's what it feels like. I keep on planning to finally draw something again. To write. To film. And yet I always find an excuse not to.
But then again, that's normal, isn't it? Is it? I don't know... We shall see. For now I'll Keep drifting.