Nothing is as it should be.

I wanted to have a job. When I have it - the remnants takes me strength. Smug on the ground depressed. Without dreams and the desire to do anything. Work is killing me. They require from me that I would have had 4 hands, and maybe even 6? Is this job is for me? If not, then what is good for?

It will never end.

I had so many dreams, so many plans ...

Where is the end..

Dreams fled. I would like to get it back, but it's impossible. I remain exclusively unfulfilled dreams.

So little I am seen.

Heaven Knows

Shrouded in dust and dislikes, neglected place.

 

 No one's place. Everything is strange.

Work destroys me.

 

Remeber the Urge

Well, for some reason I'm pretty quiet and I don't want to share anything with people. I want to do a lot, but my enthusiasm goes the next day, and then I stand on the cliff.

I filled the blank space up like lacquering black

Where have I started to be out of order?

Imperfect passion.

Much time has passed since I drew. I bury  it under a pile of antique skill of the label 'not needed',
because I can't draw people... and I have a problem with shades. I hope , I have enough perseverance to develop this skill.

This dog name is Sakulla, but it's different from the orginal...