I have this weird feeling. I’m stuck in the middle somehow…

I haven’t drawn something in awhile. Well, except for like letters and words, but it’s not the same as last year and summer. I used to draw everyday. I remember being amazed that I had drawn that. I don’t know, I guess I just don’t have the same type of commitment I had to it last year. Crap. Does this mean I can’t stick to something anymore? It sucks too. I mean I love drawing. Ugh, why am I making such a big deal about drawing? Maybe, it’s because I haven’t drawn in such a long time, that now I can’t even find my sketch book.

Drawing used to be my escape from everything. I just used to sit on my bed with my pencils and my sketch book, with music on and just draw whatever I was feeling.

I’ve changed somehow. I’ve focused on so many other things, that I overlooked the one thing that I fell in love with first. I know, “Keegs, pick up a pencil.” I wish it was that easy. I’m still amazed by art and how it changes people, just not with my art.