Recently, I've finally stopped storing all that beautiful paper in a rotting cupboard
And actually start turning them all into a legitimate collection.
It's been a peaceful Saturday afternoon, just sticking paper together and fretting over what goes with what. I've finally bought myself washi tape and fabric tape, ribbons and yarn for making pom poms, and that basically translates into every single fantasy I have ever had about papers being realized- without restraint and with the amount of indulgence that I deserve.
How do I put it.. I love this. I love it when you spend hours talking to carcasses of dead trees n bits of tape, n you debate with yourself about the best lace to use: "Gold? Silver. The ruffly brown one or the flat one with better texture? Ahhh.. I wish I bought the black one, that could have become a stencil for acrylic paint over it. Oh, I could do something with watercolor for the white ones! They're too clean looking." - Dialogue that no one should hear, time that you never notice, and you exhaust all of your energy trying to make it all pretty looking.
I love it when you get so obsessed over something, time flies past you like the way a rainbow unicorn would speed past an imaginative child. It's dark before you know it and you usually forget meals till your stomach decides to act as an alarm and growl like some untamed animal.
It means that you sleep unsatisfied each night because your brain brims over with ideas, and you awaken some days with zero inspiration. But since it's a whimsical thing, it really doesn't bother you all that much. You whip out that notebook as and when you feel like doing something, and it always excites you. Not to mention, that it messes your room up even though you go through great pains trying to keep it all in check. (You get irritated by prolonged mess, after all)
I have also been making one too many bookmarks and folding one too many dresses out of paper. (We're talking bout three.. around fourteen here.)
There's so much I wanna be doing- splash watercolor over piano sheets and make that the background, do something floral with ribbons and something with the plaid papers n probably one of those galaxies out of watercolor. Oh yes, I did finally buy myself watercolors. Not too shabby, eh? ;)
I'm quite sure that I'm just rambling on now.
Oh, well.
I just love it so much when you forget about everything else, every, human,
And it's just you, and what you love skipping to the melody of your fingertips, your favorite song playing in the background, your favorite food and book quotes at the back of your mind, and the world happens beneath your feet,
And you're not a part of it, not at all.
Your own little world shields you from whatever saddens you or frightens you,
And even if there were no such thing you are still very much wrapped in your very own protective bubble that doesn't burst till you want it to.
It's like curling up to sleep and actually getting a beautiful dream straight after
Without the tossing and turning, the 'It's two? How did that happen?', the too-cold and the too-warm
And actually, actually go so deep into some realm you've created
That when your consciousness returns, it feels like no time has passed at all.
I love to forget times like these,
I love times like these.
I love life like this.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=89hparQWqYQ
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