what should a man do when he realizes he spent years by years doing something he doesn't really like? hmm.. Maybe "like" isn't the appropriate word to say. But How can I explain this?
maybe he likes it but the circumstances didn't help him that much.
Moreover, they're pushing him back. Again and Again.
even if he tries to get over all the obstacles, in some point he would break into little pieces. and then what?
what about his illusion? that everything is gonna be alright?
where is the enthusiasm? Creativity? Good will? Love? Passion??
How it could be, that such a precious thing can get lost? that Easily?
Are we connected that much with life? others? enviroment? Mood? Music? Beauty? Social Networks? Pencil?
I feel LOST.
my thoughts are very scattered. I need a slap. I wanna wake up.
Please. Wake me up!
Wake me up.. When this Nightmare ends.
(Illustration made by myself)