Thief

I feel myself like in a constant time crisis, that I will never have enough time to see all I desire, to read all I'd like to or listen everything I wish to. Maybe art is always struggle, not just the creation of it. But then sometimes I do realize, that the beauty of what's laid ahead is the strength, the strength to fight for it, to truly want the shine, to stole it from the sun and keep it on any price, the strength to give it up if needed.