I Have to !
I have to write !
I have to draw !
I’ll die if I don’t..
At least in terms of really (being) alive.
I don’t know why.
I don’t think I need the answer though.
I know I’m not as good as some of my really skilled friends.
But should it stopped me ?
That’s just a retarded question.
Why stop doing what I like doing just
because somebody else can do it (subjectively) better ?
I have to do it, pouring the white-gray coral inside the cranium into something
useful, or perhaps understandable, or maybe just laughable.
Sometimes it felt intimidating. But the final result are invigorating.
In short, I’m addicted.
Not very severe, but lets me keep on track on doing
what I like best.
Maybe someday I’ll depend my life from it.
