I feel like a specter, haunting halls once troddenA shadow cast where light once burned bright.I stalk the ground where familiar footsteps once trekked. A
It’s not looking for a greeting. Just move along, if you would be so kind.
I’m back with four more drawings. Similar to the last post I made, these are all inspired by “ugly” selfies that I requested from my friends.
“From resentment or excessive preoccupation with the past”
“Deliver me Jesus.”
Preoccupation with the past? How so?
A neighbor’s house reimagined. Just before the bright Spring.
Lord, grant me wisdom and understanding,
For I feel like a pathetic fool.
But if that’s what I am,
Let me be a fool
Tucked away in your arms.
I can hear Gregorian chants just by looking at it and greatly enjoy that experience.
Far off in the distance I look
What can these two eyes see?
A glance at the future to find
What is out there for me
Hope, forced through gritted teeth and a smile
A divine concept, though recently characterized not by God,
But by over-budgeted Disney films