I sat on my bed and was hoping sleep would come soon. It felt like I've been in bed for hours, but yet I couldn't sleep.
Too many things were on my mind these days. I got up and ran a hand through my hair frustrated.
I shrugged a t-shirt on and let my shorts hang loose on my hips. I sat on my computer desk going through the photos I took over the years.
Every time someone would see me all they'd talk about was basketball. That's all people saw when they take a look at me.
But no, I am so much more. I enjoy art, I enjoy watching colors blend into one another as if they belong like that.
Photography was also my passion. It all started with having a Canon camera for my 10th birthday. It increased to something way more.
Eventually I took landscapes, and every time I took a photo id turn it into story with art. It's what relaxed me, that's who I really am.
A guy who enjoys art and photography, but people are too blind to care what I want out of myself.
I slammed My computer screen feeling frustrated with the whole world.
I couldn't sleep tonight, and maybe because there was a certain person lingering in my brain.
Someone who kept her head high, Who saw the world has people who try to bring you down. There's no doubt she's a strong person, but something about her had me wanting more.
Is that so wrong?
Yes, for Bryson Scott it is. I'm not the type to get hung up on a girl. I usually leave them before it gets serious.
But she's…
Different.
I took my paint brush and dabbed it into water before dipping it in black paint.
Nothing.
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I had nothing, no inspiration. I needed something to draw. My mind was wandering around but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
“Fuck” I mumbled moving away from the empty canvas.
I grabbed my camera and decided to go out for some kind of inspiration.
The cold breeze hit my face, and I felt at ease instantly.
The blue sky was slowly disappearing into lighter colors and I took a quick snap from my camera.
I walked onto beach the warm sand feeling good in between my toes. I looked around feeling like myself since no one was around.
I walked a little more off into the east side of the beach. My eyes widened when I saw a petite figure sitting down and reading a book.
I walked closer, but this time I hide behind the rocks. I felt closer, and now I could hear her voice.
