Starting Again...

Reality became a mangled cloud of fog and pink smoke.
I needed to start again, to purify, to step back and think... outside of the seemingly exit-less situation.
I couldn't run away. How can you run again from yourself? Too much information entered my little brain, every single cell and neuron wanted to run away.
The camera. The broken eyebrow. The Art Gallery. All together on the same day.

Some might say, its just a visit to the TATE and a day in the pub. Trust me, it was so much more than that.

'I wish I was someone else' Its not an uncommon phrase in the lips of a teenage girl. Truth is, you can't. All comes down to your own self. Your own perception of whatever this is. And its horribly beautiful. And its yours. And I want to start again. Right this second. Now. Today. I want to breath deeply and not feel broken and broke. And feel free. And use this perception to perceive all that the world is.

azile