these past few months have been heavy.
and these coming months are going to haphazard too considering the plans i'm making.
but it's always a good feeling to look back at my sketchbooks once the storm has passed.
Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.