everybody’s got to learn sometime.

i wish i could paint, but it just can’t. whatever i try to jot on paper becomes a nameless formation unrelated to what my eyes see. i wish i could freely draw my feelings onto that white stretch of paper called life. as for me, i draw by words. as each and every of them make up for the colors in my mind. day by day i draw – but why all those words cease to exist, the close people come to me? i don’t now. i guess everbody’s got to learn sometime.

I believe.