Quote - On Heroes

"What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight?"
                ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

Wake and Awake

Wake, wake, awake, awake
Five
Six
Seven
Eight...
...
  ...
...
   ...
Why are we still awake? ...
...
    ...
  ...
Talking, talking...
I can't understand them
Talking, talking-
I can't understand them
...

...

...

Babbling, babbling...
There's a barrier there
The sound...
Washes over me.
Maybe if I'd spent more time-

...
  ...
    ...
It's a blessing and a curse
Because I can't understand
And because I can't understand
    ...
  ...
...
And I can't sleep


Can't sleep...
  ...
  ...
...
     ...
I can't understand-
And...

            I'm glad

I can't understand-
And...
  I think...

             I'm sad

I'm glad... and sad
...
  ...
...
    ...
And I can't sleep

I just...

And I want to break it down
The barrier

.

Talking

.
But
It's not pretty sometimes

They don't want me to see
And
I believe them

.

Babbling

.
So
I don't want to break it down

What
What use could I even be

Since

.

Talking

.
I don't
I don't even know about
All of these things

The things

And I want to break it down

But
.

Babbling

.
And I just...
              really...
      I can't...
Just-

.
.
.

      awake
...
    ...
  ...
      ...
...

I can't-








Sleep

...

..

.

Tree Grunge V.1 & 2

Edited in paint.net

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Contrast

Edited in paint.net

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Sketch Dump

Some doodles from a while ago. Tried sketching a couple of students in the lounge at school.

Some Fishy Charcoal

Just messing around with the charcoal in my sketchbook.

Pretty Flower

Just a quick drawing from my sketchbook that I really liked and figured I'd share.

Truth

Gaudy, burnt, ugly, hurt
Hard to know what
Look all you want
Do not try and pry
That dark, dank rot
No, go far away