My mind is clear, You planted all the fear...

I do not have the words to express myself, I'm just happy... But something is gaining on me, catching me up, something I really don't enjoy - but those words are also long gone for me. I start to listen to melancholic music as always and I'm trapped. It doesn't matter. My mind is made up, it's walking as far is at can, I just keep myself dragged along don't know wether it's good or bad. I want to be creative, to express all my emotions in a pictures, I'm soon to be bubbled over - this is just a part of me. Of the woman I've become.


Reading my words may seem depressive, they're not, they are just words.

/Anna