I have no idea what this jorunal is for. I just thought it would be good to write something. My body is tingling i feel a sensation i've never felt before. I browse this site and am inspried to be creative. My mind is racing with ideas but my body is lathargic from fatigue and stress.
I want to create I want to be a better artist. I want to be my own...have my own style and look at art and be able to speak intellegently about it. I'm tired of muttering, thats nice. Or its pretty. I want to speak like I understand what I'm looking at.
My mind is racing... I'm running to keep up... My body is tired... I look for some help but have been offered none.
I give up on my dreams. Push them aside like snow on asphalt...blocking my path I plow through tossing my dreams aside like an old toy.
Am i wrong to give up? I will be forgotten in the end. Everyone is unremembered. There is nothing i can do... I dance waiting for that someone to appear. to show me that there is good. That there is hope... I'm here dancing.
Will anyone be my friend?

Okay and that was me just writing what popped into my head. I did feel those emotions in that succession...that was my thought process and i have accomplished my task... I have painted on an empty canvas. Now it is art...its interpretation is nothing but your own.

Peet