In the weeks to come, some of my oldest and now gone drawings will be back to where they belong.
In the months to come, I plan on doing some more artwork and posting it again until my hand hurts and then draw some more.
The last year, my 30th, was pretty much the worse in my life so far and it killed me... not so metaphorically speaking since I now carry the scars in my head for the rest of my life.
This being the past, I must now seek the future with a light of hope, which is hard to do alone.
The alleys are dark, the humid corridors feel empty, and my heart is in need of change as it ever was.
I don't know how much time I have left, but all I know is I'll spend it drawing.