Blind Love

Normally if I draw anything, it's on the computer, but I was appreciating the ease of pencil a couple days ago. Oh something I should probably make clear. I am in no ways an artist. The last art class I've taken was in middle school so I'm definitely not claiming I'm any sort of artist. I just sorta sketch stuff whenever I feel like it.



Now I wasn't actually listening to a song while drawing this one, but those are lyrics to a song. This song to be exact

On Fire

Just sketching while having songs on repeat. 

The song:

Something Told Me

I haven't been doing the greatest lately, but I found a small ray of sunshine flying past amongst my clouds.

I tapped my heels against the brick wall which I sat alone on while waiting for the bus to come. As I tapped away, lost in my rhythm, a girl walked up to the same area leading her bike along. We waited for a couple minutes until the bus made it's way toward us. As I prepared myself with bus pass in hand, the girl suddenly asked me if I had change for a twenty right as the bus came to a stop. She apologized, and I told her I would check on the bus while she loaded her bike on. I frantically dug through my bag, but all I had was, of course, a twenty. She got on and when I told her my findings, the bus driver hesitated as she turned. I asked her how much it cost, and she said 75 cents. Normally, I hate carrying change, but lately I've been storing it for some reason, wondering if a time would ever come when it would be useful. I shoved my wrist back into my bag, and shoveled out a small handful of coins. I picked out two quarters and handed them to her. She thanked me thinking I was done, but my hand went straight back to find that last quarter for her fare. When she had all three, she cheerfully got up and paid.

I know it was only 75 cents, and she totally had a bike, but giving feels good. Something told me to not throw out my change after I had cleaned it up from the complete mess it made in my soccer bag the other day. I'm glad I didn't. That girl looked much more at ease after she paid, and that was enough for me.

Apathetic Attitudes

Drive me completely insane. I KNOW YOU HAVE EMOTION IN THERE. Oh no, don't let other people see how you feel or even allow yourself to feel things! Then you might be vulnerable or actually care about something. God forbid. I'd rather feel things even if that includes the extreme downs in life compared to feeling nothing. How boring is that? It kinda makes me want to punch a wall..or maybe something softer.
Perhaps I'm just a high energy person.

Apathetic people are selfish. I think that's the conclusion I'm sticking with. Good one way discussion.

Grace

It's always been something I've longer for, yet I'm just now realizing it. I always trip and run into things because of the pace at which I move. Soccer hasn't demanded much grace from me as it has intelligence and heart. I noticed a trend. I wanted to be a gymnast or a figure skater and now I wish I was a dancer as well. Linking the three together, I stumbled upon what I do not have. Grace. Rollerblading is the closest thing I have to it, in that I feel like a plane in the clear sky, but I still think it's more powerful than graceful.

Maybe I need to give more grace to others which without their knowing may bestow their grace upon me. My giving will allow me to receive even if they aren't actually giving. Then maybe my physical form will move with grace if I'm filled with it.

Or maybe my cerebellum will never fine-tune itself and my clumsiness will land me another bruise. Oh look, another metaphor.