Strange. I had a dream some nights ago about assaulting this mentally ill woman whom I percieved would have harmed me or someone I loved had I not done so. To know the meaning and context of the dream fills me with conflicting emotions. The assaulting of my own illnesses, only to in retrospect be in regret of an over-reaction. I don't think this is that simple.... I would smite that within me... But I do not understand it.
I feel something building up, like water welling at the walls of a dam. It's nervous, and my old bones know its scent of danger.... But I just stare at it... Probably in shock. Or something else. Maybe I'm just waiting for it to break.
"They have values of a certain taste/The innocent they can hardly wait/To crucify invalidating/Turning to dishonesty."
Edit: I forgot to mention the marker that that picture was drawn with. It was my main weapon of choice though high school, when I wrote my first comic. I don't write much any more, so drawing with it evoked some strange nostalgia lol.
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