Don't look for me here, in the old bones of yore. Where the regret is so heavy, you can't feel the dawn, on your cheeks. It's too damp and cold, and the rock too old, to hold me here, in the soil of the crypt. There's no sunlight, only the velvet press- -the noir hypogeum- -of emptiness that used to crawl, between my every limb. I am not in the stone coffin, filled with the salt, of my despairs, I walked the steps long ago, to take the day. I may not be bright, nor may I be beautiful. Occasionally, I falter, occasionally, I fall. But I am free.
Umm...hello, how is everyone? Well, sadly I had this account for how long...almost 6 years and never put anything on here *sighs* well that will change! :) I want to start taking my drawing more seriously and hope to do something where I'll make myself proud. :P I guess I'll post drawings that I'm practicing with and eventually get to the point I want to be. I'm not a great artist, but I don't want it to be not as a career (that would be sweet! XD) but just for myself personally to have fun. Anyways, I'll post random pictures that I took during concerts and other things in my life, that will be cool. :) I hope to make this empty account into