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The smallness of our life. The capacity to breathe.

Noticing, seeing: The elderly couple walking their adult disabled child, arms linked, laughing. The blond man with too little kids you deemed as finnish until they start to talk in this singing italian. The five men in suits in the park, sitting in a row on the fountain edge eating their lunch, oddly belonging and not. The drawing of a girl saying “it’s okay” and a white shimmering penguin sticker on an electricity cabinet on the street corner. (oh, of course you don’t have a camera.) Moulin rouge wallpaper costing six euros less. Sale fabric from ikea. The best movie you’ve seen in a year. (the mother sitting on the stairs smoking. that is our world.)

She says “I am happy. Some days so that I feel like bursting. But it took this long.”

The woman saying: you sound so alone. with something like this. And you starting crying.

I fell asleep on migraine pills. I read half the night Sabrina Ward Harrison. I get to grips with fireworks. It’s hot and I am thirsty all the time. I am lonely most of the time. I have more time to breathe and think. I am really scared over something. I try to bury some dreams even further. It feels like having to grow too fast.

by Emerald_.

happiness is:
- new pens and green book for scribbling
- drawing in a bar
- a walk around the neighbourhood in sparkly turquoise slippers
- good dreams amidst the weird ones
- inspiration everywhere
- onni (the dog) staying for a week
- thursdays like this

After a couple of hours trying to teach myself freehand, I dug out my overpriced copic markers (strictly reserved for greater good ie. architectural purposes) and scribbled some creatures. I doubt I will ever grow to love drawing on computer.

“heinäkuu” -comic book