Achado largado no bloco de notas, e ele é bilingue ele
The art of unfinishing
Was I impersonating? Why does it feel like that what I was feeling wasnt my or I feeling, either way? I did start a new hobbie. I Did start a new conversation. A new relationship. A new piece of work. A new craft. But neither of those feel like mine. I don't feel the will to finish any of them. Im not afraid of starting something new. Im not afraid of aknowledge... But maybe I'm afraid of not feeling?
Maybe the key not feeling like i can't feel of think as unfinished things as a form of art itself. The process of having a new idea, being passionate about it, chasing the joyness of The new.
im not saying that we should see beauty in unfinished things and thats also because art isnt about beauty or aesthetichs but thats other stuff
what im trying to say here is - coisas que sao feitas individualmente nunca estão prontas