While making stuff, sometimes my mind wanders aimlessly. My light fades out. Then, the demons and fae come play with me… with my life. Sometimes I look back at other works and think “How will I ever measure up to that crap?” The creatures in my head tend to bring me back from the brink, back to my work so I don’t get slain sleepin in the dark.
I owe those drawn things something; I owe lots of things to a lot of people. They just keep telling me: “Everything’s Fine!”
2 months ago
21 Mar 2018 01:52 CET
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