Art

I want to live an artist’s life. With watercolors and guitars and Latin music tucked safely inside me. I want to wake up to a messy room with a table full of pencils and brushes and pieces of cardboard cutouts and paint, so much that I have to swipe my hand over the wooden surface and roll everything over to a side to make some space for my book. I want to trip over my dance shoes from the night before and to not have space in my very small room for any more music equipment.

I want to spend my time lostโ€”not in thought, but the art around me. โค

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