The draft boards are not enough. I am thinking of getting a dozen more. And the paint brushes, I need another set, a better set for smoother strokes. I need more range of colors, I need another set of colors. I need the stand, yes I realise I will need the stand. And I need a bigger place. Erm I wish I can paint at that grass patch.
At the mean time, I came out with a poem again.........done in 5 mins.
I feel like sleeping but I want to do and complete many things.
I feel like watching the rain and letting it washes my face.
I feel like reaching out and touch the marshmallow clouds.
I feel like floating in the air like the feather with all the freedom and no restrictions.
I feel like running like a black cheetah, run away, away from reality, as fast as the lightning flashes.
I feel like sinking at the bottom of the ocean, deafen by the pressure and vision to no others.
I feel like standing on top of the mountain and shout out your name with passion.
I feel like ....laughing, at and with you but I know that will never happen again.
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