sublimelymediocre

The only time I want to write, is on the bus.  There is something about being absolutely alone in a crowd which begs my mouth to speak.  Like a cat called to come, I will be silent when asked to talk, it is only when speaking is impossible that I long to do it.  Except when there is a person sitting beside me, especially if I know them. I was waiting for the bus this morning, just simply excited to get on and write about the cold weather.  However, this girl I know sat beside me, and I couldn't even bring myself to pull out my notebook.  I did not want her reading over my shoulder.  Most of my scraps are for my eyes only.  I could not stand

The words, the pictures, all of it, just will not come to me.

so being on this site makes me realize that i need a better gallery. i think i need to create a style for myself. using brushes in photoshop and taking pictures of myself is not art, which kinda bothers me. i mean, i really enjoy just making pictures but none of it feels like art. i look at some galleries and im like yea! this person rocks, they are so talented! anyway, just some late night ramblings :)