Quoth The Sleep Deprived Gremlin

Saw this snake meme and had to draw a Crowley version lol.

Sharing my first ever Aziracrow art piece to honor the occasion…. Less than a month!!!

“There is no curse or evil spell, that’s worse than one we give ourselves.” - Rigoletto

This line has stuck with me through many years of life. It is an easy thing to feel that life and the universe is against us. Easy to rage and blame at our friends, family, boss, situation; anything but ourselves.

I kind of hate it when people say that the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. I hate it because it’s not the definition it’s just something that Einstein said once. That’s being said it is also really f@&$ing brilliant.

We all do it with one thing or another, but the one thing that we do it the most with is relationships. We date, we break up, we say we want to be single, we get lonely and then POOF.... we convince ourselves that things are different this time, that we won’t make the same mistakes and so on and so forth and before you know it.... you are right back where you started.

What is conviction? It’s a word I feel like most people know, but when was the last time you had to use it? When was the last time you heard or read it used and actually felt like it was justified?

Most of the time I feel like I only see it when people are talking about someone’s lack of it. Are there truly any people left in the world with true conviction?

Maybe that isn’t fair. You see people all the time who stick to their beliefs no matter what, but it always seems to be the people who believe in the worst things. Why is it easier to have conviction when it comes to hatred than to love? Greed instead of charity?

The post was very positive, talking from the perspective of a victim of abuse, saying isn’t it such a comforting thought that in 7 years I will have a body that you will have never touched.

I understand and respect this comfort and would never want to take that from anyone, but I couldn’t help but wonder about the implication of the reverse and found it far less than comforting.

Or the light coming off of your skin

The fragile heart you protected for so long

Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong

It's not your hands searching slow in the dark

Or your nails leaving love's watermark

It's not the way you talk me off the roof

Your questions like directions to the truth

It's knowing that this can't go on forever

Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone

Maybe we'll get forty years together

But one day I'll be gone

Or one day you'll be gone.