I'm a little bit brain buzzed, no, not from alcohol just a tired buzz. Back in school with important assignments to be done and I know they'll get done. No matter how 'some' ppl try to get in the way.
I like to have something substantial to post on my blog but today I got nothing. Today I tried to draw again (something that I haven't done in a while) and it was pretty difficult, seems like I'll either have to relearn or just practice some more. I love drawing and writing poetry but these days it's almost as though that drive or flame that was once there isn't as hot as it was before. It's almost like they got left behind when other bags came along, and I don't want them to be left behind.
I don't want to be left behind.
What passion have you left in the past?