When you've been hurt, do you eventually shut down and build a wall...or do you forgive? Do you live in fear of the possibility of others hurting you and become bulletproof...or do let go of the bitterness?
I’m living in a land of death The trees are burnt and gray There’s a smoldering smoke over head, and the night looks the same as the day. It seems the miracle that I can stand, when everyone I’ve known, drifts up in the air with the ash. Every time that the wind starts to blow, but I feel alive with a life that’s not mine. Your law is a stream in this wasteland; my lifeline.
It's been awhile since I did a late night sketch in bed. Playing with some to one of my favorite songs long ago by a band called
Thursday night at @snohiceshavery! I'll be there from 6p-8:30p. Come hang out, enjoy some tasty and draw with me!