...and died again.
Yea.
I have to be honest;
I haven't drawn, painted, sketched or even doodled in ages.
I am really easy to motivate, you know, but it passes quickly,
So I never end up doing any real work.
It just goes by so quickly.
Like time.
Hasn't it been speeding?
I think so anyway;
Too fast.
Our childhoods disappeared and responsibility, which was so
sought after at that age, filled all the
empty appointments we had in our books.
Then we one day found ourselves
Wishing we were children again,
With none of that grown-up stuff called responsibility.
Isn't that funny in a sick ironic way?
But anyway, don't expect any