I started doodling curls, don’t try to understand, I call them my ghosts. Anyway, I started it last night and continued this morning. At some stage I just gave up as it was looking so bad.I wish I could draw but I cant draw to save my life. I do want to get better though, at least when it comes to an idea or image I have in my head that I want to make real on a piece of paper. I mean not being able to express that can kill a person.

At around 15:30 I noticed the last bit of sun was resting on a stone step outside So I grabbed my pencil and notebook and hurried over there to enjoy that last ray of light while attempting to finish my curls. The birds were mumbling some stuff I guess they were summing up the day. There was a light breeze in my lively hair it was a mixture of a crisp and minty brush stroke on my forehead against the warmth and soft stroke the rest of my body received from the light. I had to stop every once and again as my palm was hurting making these little curls all around my imaginary head. It was then that it seemed the light was getting brighter and closer and warmer. As if a cloud had passed and made way for the ray to reach me in that very spot and in that exact moment. Only it was a cloudless sky after a week of rain,and yet it still felt closer,warmer and brighter. It was as if someone was watching me. 

I think something was

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