The Wonderful Taste Of Concrete:
There's something to be said for hitting the wall. Lately I've discovered a rebirth of sorts as an artist. With the taste of cement in my mouth and the blood running free into my eyes, I sat against said wall, contemplating. Who am I doing this for? Though the people on the list are important, it doesn't change the fact that I had lost my own drive in the process. Seeing the problem for what it was through the crimson haze, I decided that although I would continue in the same vein, at the same speed, I would be doing it for the person I originally intended, me.
There's something to be said for hitting the wall. Lately I've discovered a rebirth of sorts as an artist. With the taste of cement in my mouth and the blood running free into my eyes, I sat against said wall, contemplating. Who am I doing this for? Though the people on the list are important, it doesn't change the fact that I had lost my own drive in the process. Seeing the problem for what it was through the crimson haze, I decided that although I would continue in the same vein, at the same speed, I would be doing it for the person I originally intended, me.