lies.

this is an apology.

She lied about writing daily. Yesterday, she didnt even draw. Pragmatism, it seemed, did not leave room for her creativity, and last night: she chose to sleep. she learnt a long time ago, and recently, was reminded, that she could not exist, live, nor love with just art. Regardless, she chooses to live in the uncertain. Prefering to pick her moments of realism carefully.

tonight, she will paint. and later on, she will post...