This poem is about my kindness to my fellow friends and how they return none of it. And the kindness that is returned to me from others I call my friends. My true friends. I explain my land that I live is an evil place and places evil upon my heart, so a new journey I must travel elsewhere.
Your mind, your senses, your body...All become so intense at the end of the day that you observe everything, you travel with your mind, you dream and your body curls up embracing the the sounds of the night....embracing an adventure.
Just some quick character doodles I came up with out of 4am boredom after a fire alarm took my building outside. Very rough and mostly born out of free association that tired me mashed into something almost legible.