she grew some fucking balls!

sketches..

entrancing thoughts, captured in pencil markings..

brooding over pastels.. i know if i only had some, i would be able to create.. without pastels i'm afraid it can't be done.. i hope it will have been worth the wait.. my books have laid untouched, portfolios pushed aside and forgotten... left for a layer of dust to engluf them for far too long..

i need to return to my home.. this is becoming rediculous.. scared to go back..

i slid my key into the lock and peered through the window.. my heart beating heavily as i stepped through the door frame and turned face to face with the man i grew up with, but knew so little of.. i trembled as he spoke.. closely watcing the powerful fists clenching at his sides and i feared every minute hat he would, at any moment, strike out at me again..