PuNK-A-CaT

Though I walk through the valley of suck, I shall not falter. I shall keep making art, knowing that my art is not a measure of my worth as a person. I shall accept my mistakes and short comings as places we all travel through. I will tread, not in the footsteps of those who have gone before me, but beside them, forging my own path, while learning from them. I shall make art because it pleases me to do so. I will not accept other peoples limitations, and I will examine my own, casting aside any which no longer serve my progress. I will ask for help when I'm lost, And I will give help kindly when asked. I will become the artist I want to be,...

They sat, poised on the edge of nothing, the thundering cascade of water far below lost at this height, lost to a dull background susurrus, like rustled paper. “Have you ever been in love with someone, and you couldn’t ever tell them, couldn’t ever even begin to show it, because it would just be so awkward, creepy.. You know, just someone you could never stand a chance with?” It was an odd question after all the silence that had stretched between them and his voice sounded rusty as he asked. She shrugged, shifting a little, legs swinging over the abyss. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love, I mean, how do you tell.. I find myself obsess...