There was he
he was a lonesome boy
he remained in his head, locked, detached
he thought of meaning, of life, of purpose, of place
the more he thought, the less he believed
the more he thought, the more he realized
the more he thought, the less he sorrowed
the more he thought, the more he detached
he sought his meaning, his life, his purpose, his place
he found none
he had no way
there was her
she was a faithful girl
she concerned not with logic, reason
she beamed with meaning and life, of purpose and place
but she questioned
she questioned the
wow... its been a while deviant ART, its been a LONG time. so long in fact that i have deviations and messages piling up to the point where i cant even fathom the patients to respond to each one with the care and delicacy they deserve.
Its simply not possible, and instead of blowing off each individual one i would like to instead apologize and say, thank you for the great art, and thank you for the great comments (none of which are on my pieces mind you xD). I would like to return and state the brilliance and utter appreciation i have for everybody that has contributed their skill to this community, but i cant.
That said that is not why i c