so ive had this blog for a while now. havent untilized it as well as id like to. excuse the continuing lack of proper capitalization and punctuation. i am typing on a different kind of cell keypad today.

so heres this public journal i made with the intention of sharing the art of my most recent depression, yet i feel irritated with it.

did i want something? im not sure, but some unknown expectation of myself feels dissapointed.

what do i want?

health

happiness

love

sort of. yeah duh.

but what am i? that which i am.

i was listening to a sermon about truth this morning as i drove toward and uncertian future, and g*d did it turn something on...

#11: Freebird

#10: THE STAR

#9: Kind Of a G.

#8: In Progress

Not finished, but this ones taking a while so i'm gonna post a teaser and start another.

#7: It could happen.

Started a day ago, set down to work on the other and finished this one very simply now.

#6: I'm Sorry.

This one is kind of reverent. I'm really proud of my blood splatters. Just Finished. Started 12pm today and finished at 9:45. Been to the library and work 3-9.