domingo, 10 de noviembre de 2013

My Passion.

So, this post won't be about my thoughts/bullshit I got in my head/etc.
It'll be about my passion.
A R T.

Art is one of the reasons why I live.
It keeps me alive and teaches me how to express myself completely.
Although, sometimes that muse called "Inspiration" decides to disappear and leaves me alone.
But it always comes back when you least expect it.

I think creativity is what moves people.
Creativity wakes up our minds and let us travel to places we've never been before.
It's freedom. It's something magical.

The feeling of creating something out of something is simply wonderful.
I can't even explain how that sensation is.

But apart from that, I also have to say that I miss that feeling.
Haven't felt that way in a while, which is fucked up.
I keep telling myself "Just do it",
but it's not that easy.
I need to get out of here as soon as I can and do what I truly want to do.

Creating is NOT a duty - it's a pleasure.
Don't let others tell you what you should do.
Let yourself go and fuck the rest.


Oh, and btw, after all that, I wanted to show you my Art Facebook Page
https://www.facebook.com/korartkmr
In case you want to check out my artwork :)
xx


lunes, 14 de octubre de 2013

Yesterday you said tomorrow.

Sometimes you just have to run the risk.
No matter what happens next, just do it.
Fight for what you love and never give up.
Otherwise you'll regret that moment the rest of your life.
"Keep calm and carry on."

Let's do this.

miércoles, 29 de mayo de 2013

Let's be weird.


To love someone is not about finding the perfect person.
It's not about how they look.
It's not about making promises of "ideal love" either.
It's about finding "the one" who will tolerate all your weirdness without question.




lunes, 8 de abril de 2013

"Look right. Just look right."


Living between two worlds isn't easy.
Mind and heart.
Responsibility and inspiration.
Friendship, family and true love.
Both things are important but they never go together.
My heartbeats have turned into a clock.
I feel I've got two brains, two hearts, two tongues.
Everything has doubled in my life.
To be honest, I've always been obsessed with time... 
But not as much as now.
I spend my life rushing for some reason,
thinking about my future and passions in life.
And the only thing I want is to make time go faster.

Things get more difficult when I see my desires in the distance.
So fucking far away from me...
And it kills me slowly.
My inspiration comes and goes but I can't live without it.
And when I say "inspiration", actually I mean my favourite blue eyes.
He's the luck of my life, the best thing that ever happened to me.
There's nothing worse than get used to being with someone.
Because the hardest part of this is leaving you...

I miss the grey skies, the wet air and the unexpected rain.
The black house and you.

miércoles, 6 de marzo de 2013

Sus ojos.

"We spent the whole night staring at the sky.
And I asked him, "Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"
And he said, "Yes."
When I turned my head, I realised that he'd been watching me for a while
 and I got nervous.
And I asked him, "Why aren't you watching the universe?"
And he said, "I don't have to look up to do it. I can see the universe in your eyes."


"-You promised me. 
You told me that when you looked into my eyes you could see the entire universe.
 + And I still can."


sábado, 23 de febrero de 2013

"You've saved my life."

I can't write cos I'm happy.
That's the reason why I haven't written in the past 3-4 months.
Because I don't need it.
I've experimented what it feels like to be fully alive
and the thought of "wasting time" doesn't appeal to me if he's by my side.
I realized that I only feel the need of writing when I'm sad or when he's away.
So here's the reason why I'm trying to write some bullshit right now.
I'm trying to kill time, I have to figure out how to make it pass faster.
It's a fact. 
The clock has stopped but I still can hear the rain outside.
The candle is running out of wax
and the scent will have disappeared by the time you come back.
This house is empty and too quiet, even the couch is too big for me.
So, bring me light.
I need to see your eyes again.

Pieces of life.