The way of an artist challenge day 4

The challenge of The Way of an artist is when you wake up in the morning, writing 3 pages of a notebook of everything that comes out. It can be anything, it does not have to make sense, just what’s coming out, it's a good way to clear your thoughts, practice writing, look into the inside and develop as an artist. Because I'm writing on a computer and not up to pages, I'll write as if I wrote 3 pages .Every moment can change a lifetime, I want to go on a journey, challenging journey strengthens and shed a little color on the daily routine medium. Fly to China to fly to Japan, see the world from the other side, eat some white rice and banana up, sit across a large lake facing a large lake and look at the magnificent scenery, without any thought of existence and money, without any worries of mail and taxes, no calls from the bank I sit down on my back, look at the sky and take a deep sound that contains everything inside me, I fill up like a hot air balloon, and start to rise above the ground and here I am 1000 meters above everyone moving And there is a place where the spirit will take him, I see
, I see a flock of birds cost me by the side and feel me and give a sensitive night they feel me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath and I am the flock of birds, I am included from hundreds and thousands, feeling every little detail inside me, if a bird is tired I feel, if one is sick and it hurts Feeling, I feel me birds with a lot of strength and a desire to wander and move, and feel the less connected ones. Once upon a time there was snow and sometimes a terrible heat, and winds, sand winds, sand caught high and entered the eyes. I close my eyes and suddenly I'm a grain of sand Comes a strong wind feedback and raises me up and up to the sky with a tremendous surge of force and emotion
I am the one whose whole memory of creation is in it is reserved for serious guardians, only if you break me, but not with me. You will succeed, forbid you to move and travel the world, without fear and concern for nothing, like the wind like a balloon like a bird like sand, just exist Thanksgiving These are my life in my imagination, longing for financial and internal freedom that will allow me to fly around the world and see people places Cultures smell smells It is delicious to feel hands to touch new things, to cry to laugh and to love