It is always said that loneliness and depression are two things which should be talked about. I always wondered what it’s like to feel those, and if I ever did whom would I go to talk about? Family and friends always have been a great support but never did it occur to share the deepest and the scariest fears. Being skittish couldn’t really open up. People say, empty headed leads to unexpected thoughts and deeds. Even when surrounded by human beings, my heart and mind couldn’t recline. Don’t know what I was looking for but something more than the usual, something more than the expected. That’s when paper and colors became my companions. Became easier than before to express, and to fall in love with own comfort. The happiness I felt when I was creating things, obviously they were not perfect, still it was priceless. Understood a lot of things, uncovered a lot of mysteries. Time and things came to be the major values of life and to see the good in mankind. For me being alone was never being alone.  

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