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Well, here I am again. As you all know, this is quite quick for an update. But as my life takes turn after turn, well, these will come more often. You, after all, are my freinds, and as such have the right to know whats happening in my twisted little head.
I found my sketch pad, the one with my chalk work. Fixative, too. I draw on my inner turmoil to create art. Joy, of a sort. My heart aches, but those who know about that know, and those who don't, well, needless to say I made a massive error. I did the wrong thing for the right reasons, and I'm finding myself to be very bad company. Harness the turmoil to make art, I guess.
Working as I am, time is difficult to find. Time to read, time to create. TIme to breathe. I fight tooth and nail for every quite second, and yet....I miss my friends so. Why fight for the quiet if I want the company? I confuse myself.
I found my sketch pad, the one with my chalk work. Fixative, too. I draw on my inner turmoil to create art. Joy, of a sort. My heart aches, but those who know about that know, and those who don't, well, needless to say I made a massive error. I did the wrong thing for the right reasons, and I'm finding myself to be very bad company. Harness the turmoil to make art, I guess.
Working as I am, time is difficult to find. Time to read, time to create. TIme to breathe. I fight tooth and nail for every quite second, and yet....I miss my friends so. Why fight for the quiet if I want the company? I confuse myself.