I can usually never think of what to write, without reading my past posts first. I see why I like art so much. It's unique. It's incomparable. It's mine, and mine alone. I always did dislike sharing. And so, this would be my own little talent. No one will ever be able to come close to it. Because the way I master it, it can only be mine. And the way others master it, it's different, and similarly, only theirs.
My car, Nemo, makes me feel good. Sitting in the driver's seat, buckled up, and my hands on the steering wheel, unleashes this strange sense of belonging. A connection, to my car. When the engine begins, I feel one with this machine of such advanced technology and strength superior enough to protect me. I love to drive. And Nemo makes it worthwhile!
My macbook. A portal where I unleash and store my questions, thoughts, innovativeness, and work. A space to expand my imagination beyond any limits. Where I write. Where I draw. Where I create. Where I begin.
My room. Everything around me reminding me that I can open up and let out my thoughts, and watch them float around in the space of the room, making connections to create.
I'm different. And I love to be.
My car, Nemo, makes me feel good. Sitting in the driver's seat, buckled up, and my hands on the steering wheel, unleashes this strange sense of belonging. A connection, to my car. When the engine begins, I feel one with this machine of such advanced technology and strength superior enough to protect me. I love to drive. And Nemo makes it worthwhile!
My macbook. A portal where I unleash and store my questions, thoughts, innovativeness, and work. A space to expand my imagination beyond any limits. Where I write. Where I draw. Where I create. Where I begin.
My room. Everything around me reminding me that I can open up and let out my thoughts, and watch them float around in the space of the room, making connections to create.
I'm different. And I love to be.
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