I always thought of Vincent Van Gogh's short life and his great artistic talent in painting...his suicide on age 36 and i always had a regret about his life story and I wanted to be a great artist like him and strange I thought I will die in the same age 36. I wondered how will I be when turn 36 and how my art will become.
Now I am 36 and it doesn't seems to be my last living year also I have no plan to take a suicide.
I was slept for a long time like a polar bear and when I woke up I seen I have lost many years of my life and I am in the beginning of a new road. There is someone in my life attaching me to life and my old blue vessels feeding from his red warm blood.
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