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youngfilly Posts: 3066
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I understand too, atm I am in a tight position with a dog. I am unemployed so atm my options are move in with the bf until I get a job highly unlikely in this area since I have been looking and interviewing since dec! or move back in with my parents. The decision maker is my dog. Although my bf has the space, his neighbour in the next unit hates dogs and I think my current position isn't a good enough reason to give up on her, so I am moving back with my parents. I do also have better job prospects in that area too. My cockatiel in my pic was a tough bugger, almost gave him away because I could see he wasn't happy but then one day he decided against his instinct to let me give him a scratch and almost instantly he changed, although still grumpy he is still happy. I never forced him, he made the choice. I am not a Dr and therefore are not able to provide medical advice, the opinions I express are mine and based on my experiences and should not be taken as anything other than my opinion.
You awake as if from a nightmare to find yourself standing in front of a blank wall, dazed with no idea as to how you got there.
You feel something in your hand. You look down to see you are holding paint brush, you are confused. Out of the corner of your eye you see a table, on that table is some paint. The colours make you feel happy and safe, you look to the other side, and there is another table with paint. The colours are dark and remind you of your nightmare, a chill runs down your spine at the thought of it.
You look back at the canvas and see something you missed before. Now you understand. you chose a colour, and begin to paint.
Above the wall was written,
Your life
*Youngfilly*
Inspiration i found in the shower a few yrs back :) |
