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.
Nothing.
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.
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