so i've had a lot of things on my mind lately. semester break started a week ago, so i'm slowly recuperating in my tiny little corner at home. it's a little space for me to relax, heal and just stay at home. i bought new brushes, a sketchbook and a few canvases last weekend, but i've yet to paint anything. i'm also lying on my bed (and typing this) and looking at a painting on my bedroom wall i started in May. i haven't touched it since, though i've been meaning to.
there's also a stack of books i bought earlier this year...but i haven't even made it through the first chapter.
i wonder if this reflects my entire being.