So it's been a while since I really wrote something worth anything.
It's not that I don't have anything to say, but that I seem to be learning something as of late. As I have more and more to say, I feel less of it is truly of value. I feel less a want and need to saturate Deviantart with my emotions.
There is still quite a bit of pain in me, but the ache dulls a bit more every day.
If you're reading this, I hope you're happy. My feeling still burn, but my eyes are finally turning away. There are days where it's all I can do to not try to talk to you, but I can't put myself through that anymore. You know where I am. You know where I'm going, everywhere but where you are (at this point). And I might not be perfect, might not be working as hard as I could, but dammit I'm doing everything I can and I hope you are too.
Enough talking to shadows I doubt even cast their light on me.
If anyone is reading this, I hope you take some solace in my words. In my past. In my pain. In my learning. If you're anything like I was, you won't think any of it applies to you, that you're somehow smarter or immune to the mistakes I made. If not, I'm sorry you know the truth already. Until something prolific comes through...
Good luck kiddos.
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It's been years
It has been quite some time since I actually visited deviantART. I guess you could say life has gotten in the way of creativity, but really my creativity just finds other ways out.There won't be anything profound or awe-inspiring in this update, I just wanted to say that anyone who reads this, who is still following a dream that they may have started a week ago, a year ago, or more than a decade passed - never stop. I have taken a passion I had for the physical, a realm of lyrics and limericks and wanted it grow into something I use both in my professional life and in my spare time.There will always be time for work and business - there ...
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Read me something beautiful; a simple fool tumbling down a hole he can never hope to escape. And oh dear, oh dear, how late the time has become.I'm never coming home, because there exists no such place. And yet I smile at the idea, of something that cannot be found now. Oh my, it's teatime.Will you ever find your way, sweet sweet Alice?Madly Yours,
Hatter.
It's been a while
Not quite sure what path to take these days, it seems none of them really interest me like they used to. Still have quite a bit of work to do on so many levels and it's like each step forward only helps to bring me another step behind myself.I find my reflection pulls me in and though I can hardly see the image for the skin, I can't say I like what I see.When or where will I find the inspiration I once had? Are those days passed? Where is my muse? Questions like these and so many more seem to plague me in my days and in my dreams.I'm sure to find the answers, yet I've no idea where to begin. It's a lot harder to define myself then I h...
Among Us: Michael's Story
It's official, the book was completed this morning at 2:13 AM. I'll be going through the editing process over the course of the next months, but as all whopping 3 of you asked, I'll post chapter 1 in the morning... if I wake up. :)As it stands right now, prior to editing, the book is an approximate 308 pages (standard novel print) and 25 chapters. During the process of editing that will flux I'm sure, but that's a good idea of what you're in for after 3 years of waiting.By the way, I want to give a thank you to those who supported me in this process, I know it has been a long time coming and those of you who said I could do this, your wo...
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