there is something gloriously decadent about drinking coffee at three in the morning.
of course this is jack's witching hour. chloe and hank are in here with me, where there is peace.
i do this thing where i open photoshop and just start sketching, coloring, whatever. but recently halfway through i run out of inspiration and steam. so i woke up with this idea i would take a poem, divide it up and try to do pieces to go with groups of lines. that should keep me on track, and is really just another way to incorporate my written work into my art