AshlandBrooks

    Lately I have been just laying in bed late at night staring up at the ceiling wondering and thinking about what has, what's been, and what could have been. Almost lost in my own silence. I am unsatisfied by so may events and by so many unnerving thoughts in my head. But yet in this chaos I have nothing to complain about. I am lost for words and drift through memories that could not have been different otherwise, because at that time my choices were only based off the knowledge I had. So there was no way of changing it at all. But looking back I can't help but wish I was more mature and knowledgeable back then. Knowing I could have done be

    I was just reflecting on my old art work which I had laid out scattered all over my bedroom floor and was shock to see how few there were that I actually really loved, in all 14, all I have made only in the last eight months except one. I came to realize with as much enthusiasm as I could express that it was so little...those pieces of art work around me. I questioned what exactly I had accomplished from finishing them and why they were so important to me. I was sad to see the few I loved sprawled out on the carpet like a messy collage of bits and pieces of my life but all the while I was satisfied with there completions, almost as if I h