"Painting" in the morning

After reading a book, I started the habit of writing in the morning. To put it simply, you can type when you wake up, ranging from ten to a few hundred words, that is, to write out the things in your mind that are brand new every day.

I take this as an action to develop the habit of "writing". It’s been half a year since I accumulated it last year. Although I still feel that my writing has not improved (laughs), I feel a lot more relaxed when I get used to “output”.

I'm not as tight and demanding as I used to be. Now tend to be casual.

When it was close to the morning, a picture was in my dream, and I immediately tried to draw it when I woke up. It was a somewhat difficult dream to explain.

Today, in addition to my morning essays, I also "paint" with me in the morning.

Saw a person, in the center of some tracks.

Then a pile of fragments like mirrors, following those orbits, kept turning, and thus the light cast different brilliance, projecting each other in the dark space, illuminating each other.

However, this man seems to be hiding in his dark core, ignoring all the wonderful things around him. Even to correct the angle of these "mirrors", in order to prevent the light from shining on him.

Looking a little sad.

Obviously everything around is projecting such a beautiful sea of brilliance

As a result, the people in the center were reluctant to look up at all.

Instead, he is only willing to hide in his own dark world.

I think, self-limiting people probably live in such a world, right?

like me.