A Lack Of Color

Have you ever dreamed about an ideal place with no regrets and no answers to the questions that do not exist? I, for one, have. And I dreamed about the place not existing. So, in reality, this place exists as a matter that doesn't exist. Yet it exists.

Was thinking about colours the other day. Yet again came to the conclusion that I can see them. They don't come on their own, forcing their way in and showing themselves to me. No, they don't do that. But I have no problem asking them to come, imagining them. This might sound a bit weird, but I can almost see them. I can almost hear it, the melody that comes with colours. Colours that have names only of their own.

So my school started for the 12th time this time round. And yep, you guessed it, nothing new is happening or has happened. It's the same thing for 12 straight years, my life seems to be stuck on an endlessly repeating loop. Just like Donnie Darko's tangent universe, only with no real meaning. Got my first marks already and I'm not that keen on that "3 straight 9s" start. Might be a bad sign.

Don't know why, but I've gotten really into classics now, especially basketball classics. Ordered 'The Life Of Pete Maravich', now watching some classics from him, Jordan and, of course, yours truly- Steve Nash. Still have a long way to go, so many classics to watch, so many basketball players still to learn about. I wonder if there's any Alex English video out there, hmmm.
Also, finally took up drawing lessons, it was about time I'd do it. My teacher is a great guy, should be a great course over the upcoming year. I hope I can keep it up with the proper drawing techniques (as I don't believe in good drawing). I still have got to draw that drawing that I'll have in my house. The Modern Future.

And don't you just love those random inspiration moments you get at a random point of the day? So much can be done in such a tiny and briefly moment. In 8 minutes you can achieve things you couldn't do in 8 hours. That feeling is indescribable, just like flying only with random things and images popping into your head. The best things in this world simply can't be described. Yet again, does this world have all of the best things? Everyone experiences these moments, each and every one. Only thing that differs for each and every one is time of them appearing. Don't loose any hope, they will come. Your time just might be somewhere further, but it's definitely there. Just like those August stars told me in August, there's always a hope.