Monday, September 8, 2008

Coming home
Coming back
Has been weird
But nice

I found my portfolio
Looked through it

My drawings
My art.

Where did it all go?
I pick up a pencil, pen, paper... you name it.

It's awkward, frustrating.
I see my OLD artwork
I know it's from the past...

I can live with that.
Maybe my future has a lens and shutter?
Who knows... but that doesn't change
The fact
I am still kinda sad.