it's an art thing.

like magic. like love at first sight. all those butterflies in your stomach. it's just that one thing fine arts do to your veins that boils your blood and makes you fluffy, dreamy, dramatic, ridiculous. like during a low fever or having downed 3 tequilas, the world spins, you can't walk straight but you don't care because you are happy and everywhere you turn you see beauty surrounded by a big bright sky. all stars.

it's like the first time a baby tastes sugar, and the taste stays in its blood and becomes its sweet desire. the colorful, wonderful bits. like candies.

all that glamour.

i won't know what to do if i can't be an art girl. finally i understand, my soulmate could be munch's madonna.

my eyesights have been worse lately. it's taking me longer than ever to identify which minibus to get on. :/ i should probably stay away from the computer.