The sun is rising over my fair Tokyo morning skies.So I greet you all a grand morning,regradless of where in the world you are located.
6AM in the morning and not an ounce of sleep.Eyes are not broken but rather trained to endured the late nights and early morning hours.Like my mind has a pulse of it’s own.Soaring and racing!What can I possibly be thinking so early,huh?The answer is not quite obvious,but I try to make sense of the dissention between my body and mind.Sigh…
“What a time to truly be alive!” Is what I would’ve said,but given my current course of emotion,I’ll like a second and third opinion.
Sitting on an old and dusty shelf;a flowerless vase lies still,cracked,and covered in the abandonment’s dust.An object meant to hold,can no longer hold on to it’s sense of purpose.Faint,tainted droplets of water escapes through the cracks as if the vase were shedding tears of emptiness.Recalling the days of that precious flower held in it’s once beautiful containment.Now,That flower has been plucked away and held by a more suitable,crackless vase.Hopelessness in the moonlit dust.
The sunlight beams through,the curtains open anew,the day begins,the cracked vase is tipped upright again,the dust wiped away,oh so shiny is the blue hue,and the cracks are filled like new.”I can breathe again”
The flower that was lost can never be forgotten,but this vase is ready to hold again.”I am ready to start anew”
Well there you have it…I am insane.lol.
Now let me get back to drawing Finn Balor!
Until next time,take care.
Thanks for reading