I'm still on the thumbnails. I want to complete the prologue (that will be just a few pages long), ink it and color it just to have a preview of what can I expect as the final product.
But i feel... I'm not doing as much as I can. This is the third day straight I'm sleeping with my head burning and enraged. Is messing so bad with my productivity.
It's getting a bit... frustrating.
I began this #100daysmakingcomics with all the intentions of getting my shit together but there is always a thing (just one thing) that screws everything up.
Is not fair... Oh well screw that. I'm still on it.
Music 🎶 What Lurks On Channel X-Rob Zombie
the internet cannot take my sadness away. visiting the spot the world took your breath away, cannot stop me missing you. all these words and all their meanings cannot make me anyone that isn't me. even though she isn't who i wanna be, i'm trapped in this body, in this life, in this mind, in this home, in these walls, in this skin. it isn't bad, i suppose. some of this life is a dark hole. some of this world is a mutation of sick people, with sick minds bred by twisted thoughts and sad lives. i envy the bird, who is free to fly wherever the wind will take it, i envy the author who can perceive the world whatever way they want to,
i envy the artist who somehow crawls to the top, i envy the boy from a small town who made it.
but also, i have gifts.
i have been gifted with an open mind, a loving heart, a fulfilling philosophy.
all of these things double as a curse. but between good and bad, Heaven and Hell, saint and sinner lies a medium so many people never have the potential to reach. although i had once convinced myself, i realized some things. i don't want to be famous, as luxurious as it seems. i don't wish to be surrounded by brainless followers who can't think a thing. i don't crave a lover, so much as someone who cares. i don't even need people to recognize me in the grocery store. i want to marry the universe, and be in love with the many galaxies and beauties she holds. i want to marry the ideas and perspectives of those from before me, and spread not myself but the stories i've told. i want to share wisdom, culture and free thought. i want to share the fine arts over politics, romanticize knowledge over fanfare, give hope over fear. i want to spark revolution.
i want to fan the flames of someone's soul, even one person, for my words just to be enough for a young mind to gain its footing in a world that is constantly enraged by the thought that the younger generations to come know nothing of the world, because really, the youngest souls, pure and unbiased know the universe more than we could ever hope to know. i want to learn from those souls. i want to gain precious thoughts only a young mind can hold. i want to change the world before i grow old.