The year has passed. Now, it is my chance to strike again. As the cool hand of autumn inches ever closer, I can feel it. It is time. I mustn't push it away. In fact, I must embrace it. It is a shouting void. A crevice that I am unable to close. It's a long time awaited for someone like me to take it up once again. Inktober. Let's hope I don't quit on day 3.
Journal by ChibiMoonX