art
It makes me feel like I am alive. I used to sit, alone, isolated, and I used to draw. Hyper-focused. Cross-legged for so long my legs would radiate burning needles. Create worlds unheard of and people unthought of. I could escape my world and evade reality for a little while. I… just miss it. I don’t know what happened along the way.
I suppose I don’t have time any more.
I’ll have to suck it up. Art will get me nowhere.
