~TaposokCorp

I'm sorry, I am trying to be here more often, trying to be more social in the playground called Deviant, I seem to fail at it just like I have at everything else all but the one thing I hate, and that thing is Art. I seemed to have lost all ability to talk, forgotten how to write my speech, see it, emotionally attatch it, breath it blink it and possibly walk it, profounded by events in life that I sat back and waited to happen though I never wanted them to happen, fates can change but no matter fates will end in similar outcomes.

Tip toeing my finger-tips on my lap, desk, window, bed wherever I lay in the seconds that past, looking for a new excitement and failing in the same old days, yesterday mourns just as they will today as they will next month, you gain a ability in this case to stare outside looking past it all and only see one pair of eyes blended in the weather of that day and you begin to wonder, -how is it so possible to rain so much for so long and yet it still never floods just like those pair of eyes seem to never dim- after tip toeing those tapped fingers you begin to realize the surfaces start off cold, warm up after sharing warmth with them but eventually fade back to cold, five seconds ago the feeling faded and replied ten second later once again~