A pop of colour

More old pictures in a new year.

 Old pictures in a new year


At this very moment I’m sitting in the cool darkness listening to Billie Ellish on repeat. Young girl has talent. I almost have to.gorgt how.young she is to.fully appreciate her voice and the lyrics behind her music. 

I’ve been thinking about art and creativity alot lately. Purely because my days are filled with everything but that, which is entirely my fault. 

The golden cuffs have me invisibly locked down. Hands tied, but free from the legs down.

It’s a false sense of freedom. I could run but my hands are set in place and I don’t have the key.

Or that’s what I tell myself to keep from being held accountable. 

Who is this mysterious key holder I hear you ask yourself.

My conscious 

All the lies I tell myself over and over. All the broken promises. All the things I could have but because {insert excuse} happened, I wasn’t able to.

When does it end? How do I get to the end of myself to find the beginning of self.

The Crux of life. 

Or maybe am I complicating it. Should life just be to eat,  drink and be merry for tomorrow we will die.

Guaranteed ?

This is the journey I’m on. This year will be different in a sense that I’m sinking my feet deeper into the soil. A sort of grounding. And in that stability, comes a quest for whatever is at the end of the journey. 

I just ruined a great set if pictures wwith my babbling, but life is more than cute outfits which I will always have on ready.

I for one need it to be. 

Jonathan Tam

Lydz xx

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