Accepting the glue

At some point it wasn’t enough

Glue and paper

At some point I wanted to be original

And that was not bad but it wasn’t really what offered me comfort

I think there is a place for creating original pieces of art (for the self or to sell) and there is a space of just doing what makes you happy

For some reason gluing things on paper

Rearranging worlds

Lights me up

That is enough

Of a reason to keep on playing

In my journals.

It’s not original. It’s not groundbreaking or anything special but it’s like a glass of water. You take it for granted and want to jazz it up. But at the end of the day…plain old water is magical enough.


Fill yourself with good things.

However that looks —

Just do it.