Why do I have a conscience at all? I will never go back to were I begun, I'm so aware now about to much, I'm aware of life, I'm aware of that I still have time to be alive, so why do I have a conscience for feeling this? It's as simple as this: I feel ashamed of myself when I look at what I have, complaining about it and later see that other people don't have this life at all. Makes you think twice again won't it? If it don't then you should take a look at yourself. Life is pretty simple, yet complex when you begin to dig into it. I just wonder is everybody equals? And I'll never apologize for myself again, but that doesn't mean I don't have a mind...
This would be my life in colors, vivid, instant, bipolar and always happening.
I want lots of creativity and things in my brain right now... So I'll post some things here and hope you'll like it!
Photograph: Paco Peregrín