yungprincekoji

I felt my eyes brim with tears as I overlooked the earth...What a laugh. Lighting a cigarette slowly as the sun shone on my translucent skin. People don't have a love for the planet, a desire for it. No passion is present. They just think thy can use it but not respect it, like a whore. There's litter rotting on the floor like it's nothing more. You're damaging it, What if it split to the core? The whore earth, Whore, Whore, Whore. I look down at my own hands sniggering at my cigarette. "Pollution" I state. Slow inhale...Slow exhale. Focusing on the smoke, I shudder. Why is it so easy to treat Mother earth so bad? The whore earth, You'

I really enjoy art and I want to somehow pursue in it. I've created some business cards and I want to be more consistent with creating artwork at my own leisure now and even doing commissions if people want them. It's hard for me right now to see a future in what I'm doing but I know that's what it's like with the art business. Sometimes I get scared cause I feel like my life won't go anywhere in the career aspect and I'll just be stuck in a dead end job that I hate. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't take illustration at university or something or why I'm not looking into apprenticeships. Idk life is scary.