I found a couple of my old, old paintings.
I miss it - creating things with my hand.
I miss the way it used to make me feel.
I miss the place I go to when I draw or paint.
I miss it.
It's a very peaceful place. There's nothing there - no pain. Just a blissful state of nothingness.
Drawing/painting was my release when I used to feel bad.
Now, I blog, scream and get lots and lots of hugs from Erbe.
One of these days, I'll create something. I wish I have the time. *sigh*
I miss it - creating things with my hand.
I miss the way it used to make me feel.
I miss the place I go to when I draw or paint.
I miss it.
It's a very peaceful place. There's nothing there - no pain. Just a blissful state of nothingness.
Drawing/painting was my release when I used to feel bad.
Now, I blog, scream and get lots and lots of hugs from Erbe.
One of these days, I'll create something. I wish I have the time. *sigh*
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