I haven't written here for a long time. For sometime i started writing in the sketch book i told you about, but when i went to LA, i stopped writing and drawing.
I deleted most of my drawings in face book also. I am sure you had a good laugh over them. Its like they were done by a 2 or 3 years old kid, not a grown up like me.
Tonight i am sad. I am listening to anouar brahem, but its not music who saddens me. Its you. You never painted for me, you have lots of drawing for many people, but not even one for me. Maybe i am jealous,you will call me stupid.
I miss you alot, I miss our talks,chats and emails. I know that i have lost you and deep in heart i knew i can never be with you. I am not close to you and your ideals, to your friends.
who am i? what makes me? if the situation were different,maybe things would be different too, but seriously i am no where close to you. You are an artist, a very talented one and what would i be? some bug attached to you. i have no talent. writting is a passion of mine but i never succeeded to do anything with it.
its good to write again,though my mind umps from one to another.its a sad night.
