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I've got CLB7 on my listening and speaking and CLB8 on my reading and writing. The examiner told me that I need to learn how to express abstract stuff. How? There's no guides on the internet... And I'm not a talkative person, especially when it comes to conveying emotions and opinions, I'm always in a stupor at such moments, such a distress...
Watching a broken strand of spider web float across the park in the sunlight is like watching real life mushi.
Trying out some new ideas for my next paintings in the studio / tonight - try and write until i fall asleep..
This is the abstract life.
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There were once so many doors and I held a couple keys, and it was my duty to find the locks, but it was so hard.
It's that feeling you get, sitting all alone, you're staring into space. You look at your phone to see nothing has come through, the signals, the wavelengths, they are empty for you. You watch your screen lighting up with messages that you want to respond to but you're just unsure of the words. The font tangles through your brain, bogging it down with the letters that don't connect, just wrapping slowly around your cerebellum, inching down your spinal cord and crawling beneath your skin to your fingers, morphing into cement as you're unsure of just what to say, what to think, what to feel. Your brain becomes too full, creating a blank space, and where something should potentially be beginning you are chained by the language you long to speak, to type. Communication is stalling. You're shutting down. The light bulb is off and you feel the urge to cry out in frustration. Far too much is going on in your life to allow simple squiggled lines on a glowing screen to explain it. You know how I feel.