summer days and sleepless nights

it's beautiful outside right now. it's hit that perfect time of day when then sun is just about to set, but it's still so bright. everything is illuminated.

i wish i was a writer. then i could write well-versed stories and about thoughts and feelings.

instead, i'm an artist. i'm supposed to be one anyway, but i haven't been very good at that either these days.

i've been really good at sleeping. and laying in bed. and doing nothing.

everything is illuminated and nothing is inspiring.

i wish i was outside.

good night. xx