Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams.

Playing with the morning sun and shadows a bit. 10am having tea in my sisters room.
Oh what a happy positive monday night post this is going to be! lol. I feel like this picture is setting the vibe.
But nothing motivates me more than pain. Any sort of pain. Physical or emotional. Arguments, sickness or heartbreaks. Im a very sensitive person, but I see that as a strength, that I feel everything so deeply.
I always try to put it into art. Wether it's writing, painting, photography or in the form of sound.
But I usually never publish anything, I just do it for myself. It's like theraphy.
When I was younger my parents used to say "Alex, we know you're angry about something now, we can tell, because you're writing." - and that's what I did. I wrote. wrote it out.


10 am this morning, playing with shadows in my sisters room. My iphone, sisters selfie stick and I.
Capturing what this morning looked and felt like.