Pastel goth
I came back with my dad on Sunday. There isn’t much to do, which is a good thing. Sometimes, I think it is too easy to get tangled in life’s little, insignificant moments that you forget the big picture. What is this all really about? What am I exactly doing? I think these questions come up too frequently, at least for me. Perhaps just doing less in a day, would be better. Today, I took a walk outside an hour before the sun went down. It might have been more like a trudge at some points (the snow literally went up to my thighs), so I didn’t wander too far off. Taking my time, I paused every ten steps or so and admired how tiny I was compared to this enormous sky. And so, little things soon began to capture my attention, things like small foot prints in the snow and chickadees echoing their nasally voices. Then out of nowhere, I see this tiny, vacant nest. Though my inner five-year-old self wants to bring it home back as a souvenir, I dare not disturb it. Something in me just tells me that it would be so wrong… that all life would potentially collapse if I dared to remove this nest from the branch it was built upon. So I didn’t.
Hey… so… do you ever get that feeling where it just hurts a lot? For no reason? Okay, maybe not for no reason…because obviously there’s a reason to all this. But it’s just like, ack! You weren’t expecting to feel this down—in fact, you were doing quite well and minding your own business… Then suddenly, bam! Smack right in your face, this heavy bag of fear & dread just dumps itself into your lap. No, you weren’t expecting it, and I wasn’t expecting it either, but hey, it happened.
Here’s a doodle of me! I used a cheap old plastic pen and this free app called procreate on my iPad. Not bad, if I do say so myself!