Sitting here at this new unknown desk, silently perusing through random deviations on this website, I've come to find....
that I really would like to dabble a bit further into photography. Yes I have a few pictures up of random things that at the time I just needed to capture, but it is extremely amateur. I would like to learn how to edit my photos, enhance them and make them into truly original works of art. ^___^ But for some reason unknown to myself I just can not seem to be creative, I mean I have not written a decent poem in a while and that was one of my passions. I miss that feeling of just sitting with my notebook in my hands and feeling the words, the emotions just flow out of me through my pen to finally rest onto paper. What I have written in the past months upon a second reading seems very disorganized and just downright crappy. If I wasn't so anal about ripping pages out of my journal I would throw them, but I can not. I wrote them, they are mine, even if they stink to high heavens. *rolls eyes* Oh well...