Today I had a busy day doing little. It happens to the best of us. I should mention that it hasn’t rained so far, that should explain it all. But I went for a long walk with my loyal beagle, Nero, and I played with Artrage . This new piece was inspired by the words of one talented Positively Wyrde, the enchanting Bard from Twitter.
My mind feels like a black chalkboard. Everybody can write on it and erase what they want. They say I feel this way because I am young. They say one day I’ll grow out of me and I’ll become someone else: a stronger, beautiful version of what I am now. But, what if I don’t want to be like the ones bullying me now? What if I want to remain small insignificant me for the rest of my life?
Monica La Porta 