It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
Colonel Levi Ackerman let out a weary sigh, lowering the newspaper in his hands from his field of vision to languidly survey the place that Brigadier Erwin Smith, his superior and best friend, had brought – correction – dragged him to.
The Recon Corps Hospital was like any other hospital, a distinctive synthetic smell wafting through the air whilst the bright fluorescent lights glared at the white tiled floor. The ringing telephones kept each of the receptionists busy whilst a couple of children giggled contently in the small play area in the waiting room. The adults entertained themselves by reading the various magazines and newspapers scattered around the room but as Levi witnessed plenty of people coughing and sneezing on them, he hurriedly put the tabloid he’d been reading down on the empty chair beside him before crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tch, coming here is a complete waste of time.” the raven haired