"what a horrible night to have a curse..."
(although i suppose no night would be a good night if one is cursed...)
once again, i'm having trouble...
sitting in the night, unable to create anything of substantial value, even in my own eyes. what trickery is this, that i used to create worlds with ease, and that has all faded away like a worn photograph?
perhaps being an artist is not truly my calling. all i'm familiar with is dulling my senses and turning away from the truth.
nothing is comfort. everything is uncomfortable. and yet, i chase discomfort. we all do. it is inevitable. wanting to be something. haha, i'm so deep sometimes, aren't i? i feel like we all have the capacity to express ourselves and put something forth from our thoughts, but a lot of us aren't trained to do this and don't hone the skill enough.
anyway, another night where i ain't got nothin'! ciao ciaooo
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Behave yourself, now. ;)