She sits where she always sits. In the corner by wall where she can sip her coffee and watch the others on their business meetings or coffee dates. She designs or else intends to design while she checks social media until overcome by guilt to actually design. He used to relish these moments, the coffee shop moments, they were easy afternoons full of artistic feeling. She was doing it. Finally doing it. But then life continues and the coffee became the office and designing became, as all activity eventually becomes, work. It was good work, work she was good at, but still. Work. She wonders if it will amount to anything.
There are some days when she sits, watching the people, listening to some semi-obscure band, and something clicks and she is overcome by gratefulness. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for this life.” Or on a spring day when the buds are in the trees and she walks in the town square, brainstorming or talking to a fellow student, and she marvels that she is alive and gets to experience moments such as these. “Thank you. Thank you,” she whispers under her breath. But most of the time, at her best, she is only able to say, “Thank you for the pain. Thank you for the toil. Thank you for the confusion and boredom and hopes not achieved, not achieved yet.” The problem with desire is that you either have too much or too little, rarely just enough.
Today though, she is content. She listens to a plane fly overhead. There is a clock ticking mechanically nearby. Her tongue is thick from coffee. She stretches her neck back and opens her chest to breathe deep.
And that's my life story haha! Anyways, I'm Chroma and I am currently 16 years old and enjoy designing. I hope to see you around!
My branding is being worked on!
There are some days when she sits, watching the people, listening to some semi-obscure band, and something clicks and she is overcome by gratefulness. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for this life.” Or on a spring day when the buds are in the trees and she walks in the town square, brainstorming or talking to a fellow student, and she marvels that she is alive and gets to experience moments such as these. “Thank you. Thank you,” she whispers under her breath. But most of the time, at her best, she is only able to say, “Thank you for the pain. Thank you for the toil. Thank you for the confusion and boredom and hopes not achieved, not achieved yet.” The problem with desire is that you either have too much or too little, rarely just enough.
Today though, she is content. She listens to a plane fly overhead. There is a clock ticking mechanically nearby. Her tongue is thick from coffee. She stretches her neck back and opens her chest to breathe deep.
And that's my life story haha! Anyways, I'm Chroma and I am currently 16 years old and enjoy designing. I hope to see you around!
My branding is being worked on!
