My Interests Are Different Now

If You Do Not Hear Music In Your Words, You Have Put Too Much Thought Into Your Writing And Not Enough Heart.

What Kind Of World Permitted Such Terrible Injustice, Where Good Men Were Stripped Of Everything And Soulless Creatures Of Malice And Hatred Survived To Glory In Their Pointless Death?

In Bad Weather, I Spent Hours Drawing Action Figures On Paper, Coloring Them, Backing Them On Cardboard, Then Cutting Them Out And Creating Whole Stories Around Their Lives.

After All, You Put A Lot Into Creating A Universe And Everything That Goes With It, And It Seems A Shame To Use It Only Once.

You Can Either Give In To What Youre Feeling, Just Say ‘okay, Enough Is Enough’ And Be Done With It, Or You Can Fight It.