I must admit I have missed dA, a bit. I have been away for over a year, again.
But art isn't what it used to be to me.
I don't write anymore.
I don't take pictures.
I don't sketch, or pain, or draw at all.
It seems that my 'artist's soul' is no longer that.
I still deeply appreciate art, and have a creative connection to it.
But it no longer flows out of me.

I finally found a school I want to go to, and then I realize that I want to move. Ironic, once I think my life is going in the direction I want it to I abrubtly realize I want it to go else where.
Damn crossroads in life.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
The Road Not Take, Robert Frost

I looked over my journals and I see how I have changed, I have grown up. All of the things that I thought where SOOO important a few short years ago I am looking at them and thinking, 'thats stupid!'.
I feel old, but I know I am far from it.

If I feel this way now, in twenty more years what will it be like?

Interesting, to say the least.

I hope you all are well.

xx's
me