I stood at my precipice breathing the cold night air; the cliff of dull bitterness, a fester of woe. None of the stars are in their place, the planets misaligned. Lament, discontent, torment: all of these, aching. Lost in the galaxy, no reason to be here, no reason to be gone; simply living, breathing. Im a mobile carcass with no purpose in sight, totally alone. Alone. Sorrow, fear, fury, yearn to be released. There is no peace here, no quiet, and no calm; it is loudest in the silence. I am unknowing of the alternative paths; there is no turning back. Once I took my steps, they became etched in stone. It burns like fire, freez
I stood at my precipice breathing the cold night air; the cliff of dull bitterness, a fester of woe. None of the stars are in their place, the planets misaligned. Lament, discontent, torment: all of these, aching. Lost in the galaxy, no reason to be here, no reason to be gone; simply living, breathing. Im a mobile carcass with no purpose in sight, totally alone. Alone. Sorrow, fear, fury, yearn to be released. There is no peace here, no quiet, and no calm; it is loudest in the silence. I am unknowing of the alternative paths; there is no turning back. Once I took my steps, they became etched in stone. It burns like fire, freez
I'd like to, because I'd like to think my sketches don't blow chunks anymore, but I don't really have a scanner or any art programs.
Eh. I'll just keep on sketching anyways.
I'm taking a conceptual design for animation class so I might be actually posting some new damn content here. Lul. What a change that'll be.
So, yeah.