With half head, no brains. Notta brains…

Bringing back the half heads for a brief moment to remember that growth can suddenly crumble to dirt with any sudden shift, and almost you feel certain that you’re back to hiding again from everything and everyone. Not knowing if you’re even sure you made any progress to begin with. Then you sort of stop yourself from spiralling into the overwhelming thoughts void.  That oh yeah, I’m sorry I sound like an idiot I will get through this momentary setback of overwhelming thoughts and emotions and the unknown. Just as I did before, I will again. Inch forward as slowly as possible (oh does this call for a slug doodle?)

I feel I have brain damage from a lot of things, seriously. I think I used to be smarter and could draw better than this… Time to reflect then.