Painting is a slow process, 

I like this slow, you don’t have to rush anywhere.

You will be where you will be.

My thoughts were gone with the wind.

In a place where there is no start, there is no end.

I prefer silence, breeze, and unrest ocean.

You must know there are still fish that walk underwater,

Evolution of endless forms.

Absurdity makes the world interesting to live in.

Also, useless things fill our life.

The emptiness longs for the filling, the filling longs for the emptiness

Don't tell me what to do.

I usually feel sick after talking.

That try to define you is all of human bondage

Sometimes the anxiety seizes me,

When I begin to behave.

Nature conceals its tenderness and terror

Waking from a dream with a little unease

No one could interpret your dream, 

you lost lots of detail anyway.

The unconsoled.

Feel the time and space,

Those are precious things that you ignored

Living

You are one among the myriad

Just breathe, and let it out.