I've known him since the start of high school and after hearing his name be said a few times I had already decided this was a boy that was so cool, too cool, I would never get the chance to be his friend.
That is all you get. The story hasn't even technically started, but what pieces I do have are pretty fabulous, funny, embarrassing, and dramatic.
I actually wanted to write about my love for writing and artistry.
I love writing. I love making art.
That is all.
I guess I'm full of all sorts of teases. However, I can't put into words exactly how much I love and appreciate writing and art. I love how I live in a time where I can write what I want when I want. I am still responsible for the repercussions of what I write and that is okay with me. I live in a time and place where accountability is (or should) take place.
Art makes me wonder. I love my job because I create art everyday. A face is a blank canvas, and the most beautiful paintings, in my opinion are the very natural ones. The faces with the least amount of makeup on. The faces that are happy in their skin. A gorgeous canvas with a few splashes of color doesn't make it empty. Art is interpreted by the eye, heart, and mind.
I am so blessed to have love in my life. Not just the romantic kind (that I'm not even sure exists), but the friendships and my family. It's been proven that adults need 5-7 hugs a day. Honestly, today, I think I've had. . . 1, but it was from a loved one, making it priceless.
Oh gosh, I am cheesy.
What do you expect from a writer?
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