wait, what?

art failed. i can't paint. that is why i chose art.
I took pepper on a walk and on our way back home, I saw a little boy jumping around in his own cool bubble and the adults talking adult stuff next to him. Then *KABOOM* and I realise that I was once that young, and I didn't care what others thought, I did what I felt like, and I was hyper. Back when your thoughts aren't quite formed, you think about something, but never finish it, and you just keep moving on. Now its just one thought and you chew on it and progress and you think you're getting closer to the end of that thought but you're just wasting your time thinking about nothing because the more you think about the less worth it has and the less it becomes necessary.