Collection 2017, Spring: Unperturbed

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I don't know why I drew a basket of chocolate buns for the previous page and wrote two entries on the same day. I don't know why I only smeared this page with a giant stroke of Cotton Candy, qualifying this as a painting. I don't know why I only write or paint about things related to our place. I don't know. I don't understand, both why my heart constantly yearns to be back on the dewy grass, to hear his raspy voice, to see the rainbow colours of sunset at our place, to feel the cool spring breeze against my face, to hear the sound of unbothered nature, to be mindful for a few hours together and why, because of my said yearnings, the remaining six days in a week feel more like a dungeon that captivates me from rest and inner peace as time passes by. I want to go back here. I want to see my sunshine melt away again and not get bored of it Even though it's been years. I want to...

I want to be happ

Happy?