eklarera

I'm watching you on the video monitor. I'm hearing your screams come from the hall. As soon as the end of the song approaches, you lay down and fall asleep. Finally. Now is the time for updates. I've been trying to find the place I was at (mentally, emotionally) 3 years ago as opposed to the place in which I find myself now. I feel the older I get, the less motivated/inspired I am to create. As far as life goes, this is the only situation plaguing me at the moment. In comparison to 3 years ago, it's a huge fucking deal! At least, environmentally, I'm satisfied . The drugs have stopped passing through me. No self harm in the last 6 months. Pr

I completely forgot about this fucking thing until a minute ago. Maybe I'll post something soon... or eventually. Or perhaps never. I really was never one for commitments, interpersonal or not. Since I have about 5 "friends" on here who seem to keeping up with their DAs, maybe I should follow the crowd and work on mine too...eventually. Or not. Fuck. Ok. Blah. Here it is. I just need to fucking purge this feeling out somewhere and if it has to be on deviantfuckingart then so be it:             I miss you. During the lonely hours at work, I long for your sweet warm embrace. You make me feel like there's nothing to worry about; that hope