my life is being lived.

i do things on a normal everyday basis. constantly going places. seeing people. hardly do i ever just sit at home. unless a good rest is needed. or i have just woken up and have yet to figure out the day's events. a text is always received. asking if i want to go somewhere. and the reply is always the same, yes.

love has found me. causing my smile to grow.

all i can do now is express everything in words. will i ever grab that sketch book again?? only god knows the answer to that question. but if i never draw again, i will be fine. for i will keep what i have done. i still create. i still express. though it may not be with lines. it is with words.

perhaps one day i will write a book.