Today is being pretty rough on me, and even though I didn't expect it, I will keep fighting.
I've had my eyes on this art academy for nearly two years, and I started about three months ago, a prior education; to get in there.
However, it has been so very different than I expected, even now, when I have had half of it. The second half will last till january, but I will not be there. It's heartbreaking to say, but this art academy is not for me.
I saw this line once, and it stuck with me for so long. Only now I understand it's importance and meaning.
"This is not your destruction; it is your birth."
I need to remember that. There are more ways to Rome. I will find a way to do what I love. Who says this art academy, this road, it the perfect one, the only one? No one.
I will explore everything and I will find my way.
I have been born; I exist, against all odds; I am, and I always will be.
This is but a dead end, a dark alley in a big city, and I am turning around, to take a different path.
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoetryPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...