Another month gone by the wayside.
Nothing additional to show for it but the love and affection of another.
It is not that I do not appreciate that sort of attention (quite the contrary), it is just that I do not feel completed yet.
No, not incomplete, just not completed.
My dreams are still only captured images from REM sleep.
My story, the story of Venge, is a haunting, creative tease.
Free time begets play time. Playtime is not productive. Free time is fleeting.
It is fulfilling to claim that I am some sort of aspiring graphic novelist.
I will go on at length about the story to be told.
But this, is delusional.
The church used to sponsor artists to create great works of art.
Today, quantity is more rewarding than quality.
I lack either.
I currently work a job to work towards my goal.
When, in actuality, I work towards maintaining my health (mental and physical).
While my spiritual health is failing.
What I want and what I get are rarely the same.
And what I need is only minimal.
I maintain that I may not be the right guy to create this...
but I'm the only guy who can.
