Here I sit, waiting,
Not really wondering, but contemplating,
If the life I lead
Is really what I need.
I haven't thought much about
Any alternative route,
That would take me away
From where I am today.
The thoughts I that run
Through my mind for fun
Have always found a way
To make or break my day.
And yet I still wait
And wonder, to love or to hate?
Making the best of what's given,
Remembering to stay driven.
Each day that has passed
Only compiles the stress that has massed.
What will happen next?
I don't know, just read the text.
Who's to say they're to blame?
Why not submit, and bare the shame?
Maybe I am the one who'
The weekends here are an absolute necessity. And I do mean absolute. They're here when they are, and rarely when they're not.
The break is nice, but idle bodies bring unwanted thoughts or ones that are pleasing to one's memory, but always remind the thinker of times long gone and wishes left unfufilled. However, they do give you the time to plan the next days events. Unfortunately, not a one of us can control how they will actually fall into place, and in the same aspect, everything we do changes the events that happen to us. Fate is inevitable, but it's up to you how inevitable it really is.
When you spend the days idle, your mind wan
Yeah, you know the rest.
Looking back at this little glimpse of a past that I've got posted up here, I can say with the utmost of confidence that I have progressed quite some way from when I was first inspired to drawing by the great ~waltflanagan (https://www.deviantart.com/waltflanagan).
I still don't yet possess the ability to create from my own abilities my very own and unique creations... Hopefully, I will be able to improve on this in the future.
Until then, I hope you all can bare with me through these upcoming submissions.
Russ
A General Message of Approval from Social Syphilis.
This artist here is fighting so you can have the freedom to sit on your lazy asses and bash him for having to go kick democracy into the face of others.