Hey.
There's this thing called longing. It's currently eating at me. I've been working on something for the first time in a while that reflects something about me. Most of my work is just fascination with faces or obsession with beauty.
The piece I'm working on now pokes at two undying desires. The need to escape is irking me, even though nothing's chasing me. But I need to get out. Get away. It's a weird feeling. Those two desires tapped in on that feeling and drained me of it. One is just a dream, the other was a reality that is no more. Since neither are currently truths in my life, they've become just teases. The hope is that this piec