Friday 11th August

Paradise. This word since my forever was a fantasy or a delusional state of mind. I’ve travelled almost all over the world and I’ve visited God’s window and know that this is no beauty in humanity but only what’s been made my mother nature. Never an all over paradise. I’ve never felt so relaxed and unworried about anything. I’m even finding it hard to write. I always felt that what made a artist good is life. More specifically a life not so easy, maybe that’s apart of our wiring. Here, life is not just easy. You lose yourself. I am officially lost. Eventually a car and a plane with take me back to the concrete castles high above, but for now, and the next few days I want to remain blissful and brown and so far away from what will all come rushing back with a whirlwind.