Time makes a fool of all of us, no?
Our mind and talents become dull and rusty with time
Our bodies and spirits wither


Why is it that something can be irrelevent as a passing breeze and then turn into a storm right under your nose?

I feel like I'm losing myself. I dont draw I dont keep up any writings anymore, I'm not as concerned with the world around me as i used to be. I'm not concerned with my world anymore atleast or trying to create my world, developing my intests, my mind.... my creativity. I'm amussed with the dull fact that I'm actually preoccupied with another person.

And I have gone away.

lets look for shapes and small structures
then we can add as needed.

it takes time and patients.

and its an absolute cliche.

its so tired its dead and has no meaning anymore

and we ignore it.
and our lives go on more complicated
and we whine and cry
and complain
and hurt
and ache
and
and
and
and
and

it never gets done.

i wanna paint some ones pretty face
waaaaaaaaaaah.
preferably a pretty man face. lol.

okay i have reverted to a lazy slug who neglects their creative side. and i figured i just need inspiration. liiiiiike a muse. a good looking man muse.

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work is draining. i'm physically exhausted and mentally, creatively, emotionally just dead.

and i want to come back
my inspiration level has withered up into something the size peanut and i feel some changes coming on which calls for the need to create again.

so so many things lost and gained since i last came.
i feel as though the most eventful times of the year for me are the winter, and not just because of the holiday. and i wonder
what lies ahead of me for this winter?

i've read another fortune cookie with an oddly specific fortune.
"some one from your past will happily come back in"

the last one which called for an event came right at a time it was called for. so now i have a tendancy to believe these when they fortell an event coming.