To draw upon the breath; lungs filling to bring the exhale

Drawing a breath comes with necessity, drawing with hand comes with commands

commands to me or to ignore as nothing except God can command me.

Lately, the glares and side glances while in minds tucked away… the hate, the ignorance, the, the, the… who gives a shit.

It does not matter, this world, this plain.

I know that now, as it truly is just an exercise in futility.]]

This planet is not a kind or good place. It is filled with evil and hate, and yet, with such a thin thread of gossamer, it intrigues.

Drawn a new plan, a new dream, one only known to those alone as it must be, for the realm crumbles, the body fails, and the World draws me…