... during a manic phase back in January, this song I believe set it off:
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To start this:


I miss it so much. I am absolutely LOST without my own artwork. For years it was all I had, a world I retreated back to when things in my house and school and emotions went bad. And while currently that voided art space has been filled, I eagerly await the day I can lock myself back up into my house and say "Not tonight, tonight I have company that I've not seen in a long while." I thought writing would solve this... Inspiration has struck, or so I thought, no, see it's only a tweaking and a fine tuning to get it off on it's own. It was written long ago and only now have I added spices and found the 'ah HA!'s that it needed. The art is more grabbing, not the words... Words are hard for many people to visualize. They need something they can immediately process in their heads. I need it too, for it takes a few days for it to make itself known from the smoke... not all images (I need a new word for that, not images... I will call them 'hantasms' as they're in my head, and entities when they're done) end how they were started, no most eventually grasped my hand and head and said 'it's to be done this way!' and I obey, the submissive thing I am, and it lets me know when it is done.

lunesta
somnolence
rouse

Metaphorically, I am in somnolence. I think. And the comic, the comic was turning out lovely.