I’ve been keeping this notebook by my bed
and I haven’t written a damn thing.
I can’t keep living
a wordless existence.
I can’t sustain this silence.
A blank page is a sin
an unexpressed thought, a loss.
I’ve been mute too long.
Even a marble statue
is the worst curse a human being can bear
it’s why we obsess about
none of us can stand to be alone
and a good person
will not suffer to see
Without the capacity to communicate
we are diminished.
Another collaboration between Cowdog Creatives and myself.
I don’t want to sound like a prude, but maybe they’re a little too exposed.
I got into painting briefly, about four or five years ago. It was educational. I have many sub-par paintings in my closet to show for it.
This one’s not too bad though, probably because it’s mostly in black and white. Also because it’s a reproduction of a famous photo. I always do a better job when I’m stealing another’s work!
This is a little creepypasta fanart.
I utilized my internet stalking skills and found the original artist, along with the whole story: https://www.ocularfracture.com/#/stories/
Ever wake up homeless, hung over, and covered in squirrels?