This year is quite full of activities, with not enough self to divide myself into focusing on each task, I’m working on it one at a time.
I’d like to be more active again in writing and in art, but the priorities got my mind occupied with technical thoughts, overwhelming me the whole time while awake.
I write and create art as a pastime and passion, but I develop websites and Android apps as a hobby and also to augment me financially.
Above these things, I take time to do nothing. Making enough time for solitude and introspection keeps alive.
Although I’m happy doing these things, the physical place where I live doesn’t seem to feel like home, with this, I feel detached and alien to where I am.
Recently, while I was fixing bugs, my sister shared photos of flowers in a vase, one with our pet cat contrasting the orange petals.
That gave me the fuel to write Summer Fields. The inspiration was burning with fervor and words kept coming out of me, I felt relieved in writing it.
Maybe it’s just overly dramatic to portray people as flowers who where taken from where they need to be and slowly die in places they don’t belong to.
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