in the name of the moon

I miss art. Ever since I was young, art was what drove me. And I was good, had a solid eye for line, color, and composition. I knew that somehow I would never leave art, never stop following my dreams. 

And then I did. Adulthood creeps up on you and into your bones. Do I measure out my life with coffeespoons? I focused on making money and not on making myself happy. 

So, suddenly, I find myself here - sketching things out late at night while watching Twin Peaks. Food is art, drawing is art. These are all ways for me to express myself. I need to be truer to my heart.