And it so happens, that I live. Which is quite gruelling. It's been a year? Two years? I wouldn't know. Time seems to have just disappeared. There was nothing remarkable about the days that have passes since we last held hands.

I'm not a Deviantart kind of person. I'm, I can't deny it, part of the international artist community, but I've never felt the need for reaffirmation on that.

I guess I would be prouder of myself, if I could bring myself to show you more art. Maybe I could? So many of my favourite artists are on DA, either way.

I feel that I'm wearing myself out, trying to fill this with words instead of pictures. The last two have made me so tired.