MAKE ME UNDERSTAND
TIARA
I believe I remained motionless for a while, just staring at my belongings.
There it was. Everything about my life, excluding my art, was here. All of my painting supplies were still at my old flat, and I momentarily regretted not having requested their transfer. There was nothing that would have made me feel better than to grab a paintbrush and just f**k start painting. Draw or paint a house, wolf, or a landscape. Something graceful and lovely. If only I could place my hands on some colors, they would know what to do next.
However, all of my belongings were across town, and I was stuck here, almost shut away from the life I had lived just a week earlier. It wouldn’t be wise either to wait around and feel sorry for it.
Since my apartment had been a
