Run this way

Pretend this is a wall and you have to jump from tree to tree.

Bend or break - (or, choose)

I love the way some people ruin their lives, just by being who they are not.
I try not to live that way.

I should paint, more.

I haven't been drawing, sketching or painting the past two months and I start to feel empty inside.

Today I had a conversation with a stranger (who apparently knew me) about painting with your own blood (which he thought I did).
I love the color of fresh blood. The bright red... or crimson... but I don't like the color of dried up, dead blood.
I'd rather paint with my soul.