Insignificant Life
Insignificant Life
A small town on the shore of a big sound molded my young life. My time spent alone in deep thought creating gives me peace, as I am constantly reminded how
insignificant it all is...
What I choose, and how I use it - is it right? Is it wrong? I'd like to think it is right, but I am told it is not. Whatever I think I might need to make what I have in mind, I will not be limited. Conventional to the irrational. Has this been done before?
I see something and I sometimes wonder if what I see, is what others see? It is not? What is right about this, that I am not getting? I feel it. Then I create it. I can see it. Can you see what I see? I cannot be the only one? But I am afraid to ask...