Brain Food, Dear diary


Warning ! Content full of fiction.

I’m in a bar, drinking my luck and smoking some luckies. The people around me bore me, it feels like a black widow, I want to crash into someone’s brain. There is a deep fog around me but the spotlight falls and now I can see him, sitting there pretending he’s bored.  I will take my leave, saying absolutely nothing, pretending that I don’t care, pretending to ignore.

Surrounded by pillows, on the floor, I look out my room’s window and stay still, feel nothing. The sky is white, sad, almost screaming its pain out. I can hear drums and the waves collapsing on the beach and the hot sand embracing my legs. The wind whispers me “get up and kiss the sea“.  I’m collapsing.

You, the fog of my mind, make me want to dance with the tiny devils and embrace the lost souls of yesterday. I wonder if I will ever see your eyes again, I wonder how much will take until my clock will tick again. But I’ll wait. As I exhale slowly the smoke I watch how the lights are getting killed by the night.

Check out the previous diary entry, #6

Artwork, Brain Food, Dear diary, Drawings


Fragments of my brain. (a lot of fiction included)

You see a picture, ideas are coming, flowing through your eyes. Your senses are coming alive, your brain starts working like a ticking clock. Tick-tick, you close your eyes and see pictures moving, in a flash they invade your mind. It’s your imagination.

Open your eyes, breathe. Hear all the noise that surrounds you : the clock, the wind, the leaves, an airplane is crossing by. Deep inside your mind you can see tiny spots, fragments of your imagination : a picture. Inhale, close your eyes and let the wind take you to your secret place. Exhale, remain there, stay still, birds are singing the rhapsody of your imagination.

I can see a fragment of your mind, moving through me like a vibrant wave. Multiply yourself, grow like a spirit, pacify inside my mind. Warm up, show me your wild side, show me your calm side, show me the artist that lives in your darkest corner. Bind to me, bird of freedom teach me to see. Teach me to fly.

 Inspiration. Feed me.

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(the drawing is a continuation of the previous artwork – the phoenix and cold waters)

Thank you, mr. C.

 Petit ☮


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Artwork, Brain Food, Chit-chat, digital art, The story of a rider

The story of a rider – fin

They asked me what I feel and I told them : nothing.

You know, I truly don’t understand humans. They want you to tell them the truth, but when you do it, they will become upset as a raging child and run away from you. I have a tons of bad habits, one of them is telling the truth. It’s so funny to watch people changing their feelings from a word to another, some of them would call me evil. 

You asked me if I care. Well, I don’t. I stopped doing so now awhile. My heart is colder than a dead fish. You can judge me, you can speak out, I won’t run like those who did when they met the truth.

I hate mornings. They make me sad, they always did. That’s why I will stay awake day by day until sunrise like an vampire waiting for the sun to sleep. But at the same time, every morning my heart will fill up with beautiful rays. I see them while sleeping. They are ripped from a fairy land. Laughter, happiness, hope. 

But then I open my eyes and everything’s gone. It’s all dark.

This war inside me won’t stop. This is why I have to carry on and ride.

I know that one day I will ride through misty forests and into the sea’s heart. That’s when I’ll be at peace.

So she ended her cigarette and looked into my eyes. Her face revealed her beautiful mind with blue starry eyes, bluer than the sea and lighter than the sky. The gate to her soul.

That was the story of a rider.

Song of the day : Jon Hopkins feat. Purity Ring – Breathe this air