We painted a mural for the last big assignment at the end of the semester. I felt satisfied with this work which was sort of the semester’s answer to myself. It wasn’t finished, but I still felt proud and fulfilled.

“There will always be seen; whether it is light or darkness, there will always be seen.”

And the vacancy is like a blank space I leave for my unknown, expecting to discover more and more of myself in the future.

When you and your thoughts are sinking deeper and deeper, it is like losing your feet, being bound by the roots of the tree, being entangled by the branches, yearning for a free and carefree self but deep in the mire of reality, longing for salvation, or to be done with it.