Inktober day 13/31 ash
347/365 days of art!
Selective empathy is a gift to the human mind. The art of caring wholeheartedly about something but then sleep knowing they cared about that one thing and that makes a difference. Some days, I fall asleep only because my brain couldn’t handle functioning any longer. My thoughts wonder so actively that someone shooting me with a tranquilizer dart would be appreciated. I’m grateful for my gift, it’s just some days, my head feels like it is hot as molten ash.