Always.

 What an obscure word, really. In fact unknown to us.
Another great man left this world so soon, one of my favourite actors out there, who had also one of the best roles in my favourite teen movies from novels.
I remember the word "Always" from a scene, and the eyes that made my young heart shutter into pieces, so many emotions back then. This play was magnifiscent in the eyes of a child like me, and then my admiration began.
It kinda freaks me out how much everyday everything changes. Before yesterday all my life I was listening about a living actor, or a living singer, I admired their work which it made my lonely days more easier to handle, such a companion you see all the things that will achieve to touch a little bit of you. And now dead. As I 've seen a long time ago a phrase saying "my idols are dead" well "idols" not sure but sure people with work that changed my life a little bit with their way, now not in life, and I will never listen again about the living person, and such is the reality that horrors me, that it could happen just now, everyday to anyone without knowing.
So many things that you know all your life
will change forever.
And will always remain as memories
until you close your eyes.

How to handle such reality
without madness?

Inspired. #

Goodbye to the idol David Bowie. He died an artist. He inspired so many people..
He died in peace, surrounded by his family, and still lives inside of the hearts and minds of his fans, of the people he touched emotionally with his work.
 What an artist, really.

 There is so much going on in this world, so many things to do, with or without reason.
So many people rushing to do things, to be succesfull, to be artists, to have progress, a job and enough money to be happy, but in my current moment, I don't know what can really make you happy at all.
Still trying to figure out what to do with this life to make me feel alive for real.
Still trying to figure out myself. Such a painful progress. There is not enough time, there is not enough life. And what to do really to feel such feelings. What to do to feel you are in motion?
What to do to feel you are not dying a loser other than just trying to figure out?
To scream or to talk to someone about all your inner thoughts and what makes you struggle to go on. Where to find people who understand you? Ι mean completely? Out there, somewhere.
People who pay you a visit without question just to know you are alright.
But at least you can have people who love you and you love them.
Those who are always there for you, who choose you to be their family.
And thats the highest form of art it can be.

"He died peacefully, surrounded by his family."
That's all. Thats what matters the most in the end.

And that is why he is an artist for me.
I am inspired as well.





# Artist trying to understand.
Still learning in the process.