Slow saturdays in a liquor store.
I Didn't realize it until I pieced together four distinctly different conversations, but each echoing the same sentiment.
Who I was then is not who I am currently. Same body, same remarkable head full of curls, but with personalities so distinct and separate, you could swear I had a crueler, vicious twin brother walking around impersonating me.
Aging may have calmed me down some, maybe just the change in scenery and coming back to a town where I have a previous name to live up to, and only with a cleaner conscience can I fulfill those expectations.
It's been said i'm in a better place, and this is my best time to grow. Things aren't ideal, but they're as good as you could feel comfortable praying for. The good lord helps those that help themselves, after all.
Now if my roommate would just move out so we can finish fixing up the house.
Oh, the joy of it all.
I've started drawing again, rather hesitantly though. Getting back into the feel of pen on paper for anything other than taking notes or doing homework feels clumsy, and is felt with awkward apprehension towards the finished product. My writing is quite similar. However, it's all a start, and all good things begin with one.
Here it goes, I suppose.
Who I was then is not who I am currently. Same body, same remarkable head full of curls, but with personalities so distinct and separate, you could swear I had a crueler, vicious twin brother walking around impersonating me.
Aging may have calmed me down some, maybe just the change in scenery and coming back to a town where I have a previous name to live up to, and only with a cleaner conscience can I fulfill those expectations.
It's been said i'm in a better place, and this is my best time to grow. Things aren't ideal, but they're as good as you could feel comfortable praying for. The good lord helps those that help themselves, after all.
Now if my roommate would just move out so we can finish fixing up the house.
Oh, the joy of it all.
I've started drawing again, rather hesitantly though. Getting back into the feel of pen on paper for anything other than taking notes or doing homework feels clumsy, and is felt with awkward apprehension towards the finished product. My writing is quite similar. However, it's all a start, and all good things begin with one.
Here it goes, I suppose.