sometimes there aint too much to say
growing up always seem so surreal, like your heart cant fast forward to catch up with your age.
sometimes, maybe many times, what we need is a shoulder to lean on.
take time to stare out of the window, notice the little details around you,
the different tints and hues of colours that change when the sun sets,
the people busily crossing the road, the woman with a baby pram and a smile on her face as her husband holds her hand.
the man with receeding hairline and a briefcase, the little boy with his oversized schoolbag yet having a glee on his face as he chases his friend around.
Its then when you are looking at the world through the lenses of an artist.
Maybe compassion and love cant be frantically found,
maybe it has to be discovered, lil by lil, day by day.
